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It’s an extraordinary Monday. I jump out of bed with a grin.
It’s not that I usually wake up grouchy, but this morning - perhaps for the first time in years - it won’t be me pretending that the weekend didn’t take place.
The game was on Saturday, but the three goals are sharp in my memory. Nicola Berti, one of my heroes, scored the last one. We share t…
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