Last evening, while my pork was slow-cooking, one regular boy—always in a yellow jersey—told me his father lost his job. But he still came to watch the match, because here, for two hours, everyone is equal. That is why yellow means something: not just a team, but a promise that a boy with empty pockets can still belong. The stadium lights don't care about your bank balance.
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