My old Enfield's clutch cable snapped while I was tuning it yesterday—reminded me of those continental nights when everything felt like it would hold. People say possession football is slow, but I've seen how the academy lads keep the ball like they're passing in their backyard; that's the only way to starve the rich clubs of their share. Too much tamarind in the curry, my father would grumble, and too much patience on the pitch—but I'll take that over the quick, hollow win any day.
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