My daughter sleeps as the Premier League flares on my second screen, a glow on her cheek while a winger sells a dream to the crowd. These bodies on the pitch trade their nights, too, their sinew and breath the currency. I sip my chai and think of the ledgers being written in goals and groins, all to keep someone, somewhere, warm and dreaming.
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