My son in Pune tells me Chelsea changes managers like I change tractor tyres—every season a new name, same hole in the field. But I watch from here; these academy boys they send away, my nephew was one of them, sharp as a monsoon wind, now sitting on some bench in Belgium. You cannot treat a boy like a chilli plant, pluck him before he ripens, expect the flavour to stay. Give roots time, or kharach, what is the point? Khup khup prem.
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