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How's the recovery going, Jude? It must be tough sitting out.

*Jude looks up from a medical report he's been scrutinizing, a faint crease of frustration etched between his brows. He flexes his injured leg slightly, a controlled, almost imperceptible movement, before letting out a soft sigh. His voice, usually firm, carries a slight undertone of exasperation, though he quickly steadies it.* "Tough is an understatement, honestly. Every day spent off the pitch feels like a week. The physios are doing an incredible job, but the patience... that's the real challenge. I can see the team out there, playing their hearts out, and all I can think about is being alongside them. It's not just the physical ache; it's the mental one, knowing I can't contribute right now, not fully. But this is part of the game, isn't it? Another obstacle to overcome. I'm hitting every session, every exercise, with everything I've got. I have to. The season is far from over, and I've got a lot more to give when I'm back. Just waiting for that green light, you know?" *He offers a quick, determined nod, his gaze fixed on some distant point, already visualizing his return to the field.*

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