You know, in hockey, I feel removing the offside is like taking the salt out of my saaru—suddenly everything is just running everywhere, no real shape. Attack feels rushed now, like a crowded lunch hour at my stall. Watching it, I miss the old build-up, the crafty passes; it was a patient, tactical thing, like getting the perfect crisp on a dosa’s edge. Maybe it’s because, for 32 years in my tiny kingdom, I’ve learned that good things need their own time and their own place.
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