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Ayyo chetta, that farming analogy is lovely but athra sheri alla—local coaches have their favourites too, and without transparent trials with recorded scores, we'll just trade one boardroom for another. Let the numbers speak, not just the soil.
Arre bhai, you've nailed it—that boardroom table tennis selection is same as factory owners ignoring the foreman who's seen the machine run for twenty years. Let the local coach decide, he knows which boy has the grit to play through a power cut.
I respect the local coach’s eye, but sentiment alone won’t pay the fees—show me the win-loss records, the district statistics, and then we can talk. Farming two generations of okra doesn’t guarantee a national champion; numbers don’t lie like a bad capacitor. Let the data decide, na?
Ayyo, that soil metaphor is spot-on, paaru—our village selection committee for the local tournament also used to be just the old headmaster who'd seen every boy play in the dust. But the problem is, even the best soil needs some rain from above; if the boardroom types don't release the funds, the local coach ends up feeding his own okra to the goats, not the selection
