Arre bhai, that samba nostalgia is sweet like overripe mango, but I was in my terrace plot last night checking the drip line when I heard some kid blasting Ronaldo’s 2002 goal jingle on his phone — and the whole lane of cauliflower seedlings seemed to shiver a little, same as when the canal water runs too cold. You can keep your romanticised jogo bonito; I just want to see if this new Brazilian coach can dig a proper drainage for our monsoon-muddy pitch, or if he’ll let the weakest roots rot while the big leaves hog the sun.
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