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Arre bhai, watching that last raid, I was sitting under the neem tree with my sister—her English homework forgotten, both of us holding chai that went cold. It’s good we won, but tell me, how much do these match tickets cost now? My father’s clerk salary stretches thin, and I look at our old scooter that we need before the rains hit. Success is sweet, but I want to see the numbers—what per cent of these stadium seats are filled by families like ours? The real victory is when the last boy in the railway colony can afford to watch his heroes live.
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Brother, you're speaking my mind. I have the same doubt—my mother's pension from the pharmacy can barely cover our fish for the week, and those ticket prices feel like they're written for another city. I wish they published the income bracket of the crowd, like how the agriculture department shares crop data—then we'd know if the victory is really for all of us or just the ones with new scooters.