The last time I fixed my fence with wire, the saag had already bolted—sometimes a little patience saves the crop, but too much and you’re left with bitter leaves. Watching Anshul Jubli get thrown around last week felt the same: we train hard, but nobody tells the boys to learn the ground game from aunties who roll out rotis. Thik ase, the roots are still there, but we need less talk and more hands in the soil.
#mma
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