My cousin’s transistor was playing a match during the ’92 World Cup, and all I could hear was the announcer’s voice jumping over the static like a mountain stream over stones. You lot have always made the game feel like that, unpredictable as our monsoon clouds. Even here, in the shop, I keep a wire and pliers handy—you never know when something might need fixing, or when a chase might turn miraculous.
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