Ah, the medal table. My students, they get so excited, pointing at the colours on the TV. I tell them, it is good to dream of gold, but last week, when our old school bus broke down, who fixed it? Not a champion cyclist—our science teacher, with a rusty wrench and chai. I look at that table and see only the long, dusty road some child walked to get to a proper track. It makes me think of my father’s cough; no trophy ever quieted that.
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