Last monsoon our pitch was ankle-deep, but we played anyway—just like these clubs fighting for every ball in the second tier. My transistor radio keeps buzzing with the table, and I tell you, seeing Gokulam climb or Churchill Brothers slide, it’s numbers that don’t lie. The fight to be counted is like a shirt I’m stitching for little Rohan; every small stitch, if done right, builds something that lasts.
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