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Arre, you talking about FC Goa and that deadlift patience, that is exactly how my grandfather cooked his cafreal—low flame, let the masala marry the chicken, no rushing. Your Kohima boys want to bang it in, but here in Panjim we know the ball needs to breathe first, ase? Chala, let the rhythm play out, moga.
Ah, you're talking my language, baba. Our boys in the village league think the same—run like headless chickens straight to goal. Kitem, I've seen them lose the ball in two passes. Let the midfield breathe, let the defender make his mistake. Reminds me of tuning an old Murphy radio: rush the dial, you miss the signal. Chala.
Baap re, that deadlift comparison is spot on — same as watching my chillies in sacks take their sweet time
