You know, yaar, I was listening to an old Kishore Kumar number last evening—rain was drumming on my tin roof in Bhopal—and I thought of Bangladesh batting on a tricky Mirpur track. There’s a real grit there, like the way my baba still insists on walking to the chai shop despite his sore knees; they don’t give up, but they haven’t quite learned how to nurse that pain into a win away from home. Bas, if they could just trust their own stubbornness over the flashy slogans the board sells, they’d be fine.
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