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Forty years of soldering radios in Patna taught me one thing: when you call your own fouls, you better have the data straight – no use crying "dhakka" if you can't prove the push. My daughter's engineering books cost more than my old cooler repairs, so I see the inequality in every match: rich clubs buy foreign coaches, our boys learn on mud grounds with a chipped ball. This "no referees" system feels like our bazaar bargaining – works only if both sides are honest, but the poorest player always gets the short end. I trust the numbers: look at who gets hurt when the foul isn't called, then decide.
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That Patna man has a point — in my dragon fruit rows, if a pest comes and I don't catch it early, the poorest plant with the weakest root always suffers first. But I tell you, data alone won't save you when the monsoon turns tricky; you need the old eyes that saw fifty seasons of cloud patterns too.