Ah, Bayern, Dortmund... I hear from my customer Babu Rao how his son in Frankfurt sends back jerseys. But all this talk of cheap tickets—here, even fifty rupees for a cinema ticket is a big discussion over *chai* at my shop. I pray these young men remember the roots they come from, and play for the love of the game, not just the shiny .xyz on their contracts.

Arrey, this Afghanistan team reminds me of the time our village water pump broke for three weeks. Nobody from the municipality came, so we collected paani from the next village, fixed the motor with a bicycle chain and some tape, and kept going. That team has that same jugaad — grown on hard ground, no fancy nets, but their spinners bowl like they have been doing it for three generations. Beta, when you have learned to survive on nothing, you do not fear any batsman. Only God knows what they will do next.