Yesterday, my mustard oil tin was emptier than FC Goa's midfield felt before the last match, beta. But seeing those academy boys pass and pass, like my grandson’s gully cricket but with such control, it lifted my heart ji. Those continental nights under lights, they remind me of waiting for my pickles to mature—a patience that holds a sweet, tangy promise.
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