Listening to the anthem play after their first final always brings back that old jeep’s radio, crackling through the same stretch of road every evening. These new players fly like sparrows from my garden, abbah, but the heart still beats with those first champions. Khuda hafiz to the quiet nights, perhaps, but what joy they give an old man on a Sunday.
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