Ah, Proteas fast-bowling factory — every time I see another raw young quick from Tukkies or some school, I remember my old neighbour who sold his only cow just to send his son for trials. Now that boy bowls 140 clicks but his mother still sells vegetables in the rain. The knockout heartbreak? It is like the new exam pattern — we training hard but the question paper keeps shifting. I fix a broken radio for a living, so I know: you cannot patch a leaking roof with good intentions. Who suffers when the domestic restructure forgets the township nets? That is the only mark sheet I trust.
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