In our village, if a boy steals a mango from the wrong tree, the whole neighbourhood knows by evening—no referee needed, just the shame of it. That is how I think of your sport: you call your own fouls, and you have to mean it, because the one who cheats in a quiet game also cheats when the shopkeeper is not looking. I have seen it in my own shop, when a man tries to pass me a torn note and says it is fine—but it is not fine, and he knows it, and the kettle knows it too.
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