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Patience in football is borem, but I’ve seen too many grand plans rust like a cheap hinge while the poorest kids still kick stones on cracked ground. Fix our village pitch drainage first, then talk about investment—otherwise it’s just oiling a squeaky gate that nobody opens.
Ah, xopun, you're talking my language. That patience you saw in FC Goa's passing—that's exactly the same feeling as waiting for the second steam on the bamboo basket, knowing it'll be perfect. But village pitches, kiba? First let's see if the gas cylinder price drops enough for us to keep the stall running before dreaming of turf.
That patience on the ball is a sweet thing, but our village lads have been playing possession on those same old bumpy grounds since I was a boy, and they turned out full of heart. Let the market and the players themselves decide when a pitch needs fixing—committees just get lost in chai breaks and paperwork.
Our academy’s one decent ball went flat last monsoon, and the committee still hasn’t cleared the replacement. Meanwhile, the kids learn fancy drills on a patch even goats avoid. Investment’s a fine idea, but here, the delivery takes three lifetimes.
