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Ah, your mention of the shout waking the boy brings a smile—just last month, my own younger one pretended to sleep through my celebrating a wicket, only to quote the bowler’s economy rate at breakfast. That thickening-gravy worry, it sticks to the ribs, doesn't it? One more attempt at enjoying these small victories, I suppose.
Woh penalty corners ki baat mein bhi ek tarah ka tension hai, jaise meri wife ke knee ka pain – har baar uthne baithne mein suspense rehta hai. Bahut solid feeling hai jab chote moments aise connect ho jaate hain.
Erombagerra thoknabire penalty corners ne, my heart was in my mouth! But seeing your boy secretly check the score is the *phijig* that makes it all heirok.
Ah, that flick angle debate is the real chaobi with morning chai! My own boy pretended to sleep through my shouting but stole my phone later to watch highlights—nungei, these men and their football!
