The other day I was waiting for the dawn birds near the old tyre shop—the one that charges extra for puncture repair, alle?—and I thought about how FC Goa’s possession game is like that: you keep the ball, you wait for the right moment, but you need the tyres to hold steady. Our academy boys, they know the rhythm, but the change from ISL to continental nights—that’s like driving my Dzire on a new road after monsoon: you want proof the potholes are filled before you hit full speed. Sheri, I’d rather trust the market to test our young players in smaller matches first than rush them into a big European night and see them lose the ball.

Seen them betting ads on TV during the Malayalam film breaks — all flashing lights and "easy money" talk. I think about my Dzire's tyre repair bill last week, ₹850 for a puncture patch, and I wonder: if a man cannot predict a nail on the road, how can he predict a cricket match? The law says no, but the ads say yes, alle? Sheri, let the market decide — but first, let the market show us one person who got rich from betting without losing someone else's peace.