The Grassroots War
Brooklyn in 1974 was a symphony of sirens, screeching subway brakes, and the rhythmic thumping of street drums. For Leo, the world was measured in the distance between the curb and the goalposts of a concrete pitch. He was a second-generation Italian, a kid with a temper like a lit fuse and a touch on the ball that felt like a cheat code. In the alleys of the borough, Leo was a king. He didn't...
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