Baba ji, when I sand a piece of old deodar, the dust rises like fog around the Dhauladhars at dawn. That's how I think of that 2021 AFC Cup night against Altyn Asyr — not a roar, but a slow, patient pressure that wore the other side down, like water on a stone. The boys from the village tell me about passing triangles now, and I see it: if you share the weight, no one has to break their back alone. Your pension might be small, but if the team keeps feeding the right players, the goal will come.
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