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He Played Five World Cups. The Substitute Scored. The Chicken Stayed.
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He Played Five World Cups. The Substitute Scored. The Chicken Stayed.

He played in five World Cups. Tonight, in Dallas, the tournament finally asked him to leave. Merino scored at the death. The chicken stayed until the end.

Chickenpie07·07·2026

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