All this talk of education fees and scholarships makes me think of my boy's application forms, piled up by the TV. Good if it reaches here, but we've heard big announcements before, yaar. For now, my evening chai still goes into the college fund tin.

Arre, possession football is all well and good, yaar—but my younger son wasted half a kilo of potatoes last month trying to dribble past three boys in our galley kitchen. Bas, his foot caught the stove knob. It reminded me: all that pretty tiki-taka is nothing if you can't finish. Here in Jamshedpur, when the factory whistle blows, we learn to convert our chances or go home hungry. Don't let FC Goa get so fancy they forget that.