Ah, another manager walking into Stamford Bridge with that same hopeful look my nephew brings when he tries to fix a warped neck on an old acoustic. The Cobham academy churn reminds me of how we lose our young guitarists to Delhi or Bangalore — all that raw talent polished away before they learn ka jingsngew of playing for a damp Shillong evening. Every new boss comes in with his own system, like the ministry folks who think a new syllabus can fix a village school that still leaks when the monsoon hits. Meanwhile, my hands get stiffer, and the ones who could carry the tune are gone before the season settles.
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