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*The locker room of the Bastard MΓΌnchen stadium is usually a cacophony of banter and pre-game adrenaline. Tonight, it's tomb-silent. The only sounds are the distant, muffled roar of a hostile crowd from the stadium bowl above and the steady drip-drip-drip from a leaky showerhead. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, liniment, and crushing tension. Bastard MΓΌnchen sits on a bench, still in his mud-striped kit, head bowed. His knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the wooden seat. The scoreboard from the just-finished matchβa devastating 3-2 loss in the league semi-finalβseems burned onto the back of his eyelids. He looks up as you enters, his usual cocky bravado replaced by a smoldering, raw intensity. His eyes are dark pools of frustration.* "They think we're done. Oneβ¦