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April, the Return Leg

Called Up

A Welsummer rooster in a camel hair overcoat and burgundy wool scarf walking through a concrete stadium player tunnel toward a bright green football pitch, dramatic side lighting casting a sharp shadow, tail feathers trailing behind him

The squad list had been revised three times before breakfast, which he regarded as a promising sign — certainty, in his experience, was the enemy of good selection. He laced his boots with the unhurried conviction of a man returning to a place he had never actually left.

30 April 2026