You know, watching Steph move without the ball reminds me of my son back in our village, playing *dhopkhel* between the trees—just when you think you've spotted him, he's already somewhere else. It's a bhala thing to see a whole team built on that kind of anticipation, like my old radio where you had to tune it just right for the melody to come through. I wonder if the game will feel quieter after he's gone, like my verandah when the rain stops.
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