Arre, yeh Proteas fast-bowling factory — like my neighbour's pressure cooker, always whistling but never knowing when to turn the flame down. I saw that semi-final loss last year while fixing a radio with my son-in-law; the way Rabada bowled that first spell reminded me of my wife's coriander seedlings — all promise, then a sudden frost. Domestic restructure is achha in theory, but bas, the knockout heartbreak keeps coming like stubborn receipts I cannot balance.
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