Ya, I was listening to my old Bebdo vinyl during the monsoon last night, rain hammering the tin roof, and it hit me — that 2014 continental night against Shanghai SIPG felt like a promise, na? But now, looking at our boys in the Gaur Army, I see the same hunger I see in my regulars when I’m frying fresh *rissóis* at the cart. Economics of football is like economics of cooking gas — everyone has a theory, but the real test is in the taste, in the touch. Don’t let the alarmists or the boosters fool us; judge each season on its own merit, like I judge a spice blend. If the academy products are moving the ball with that old susegad confidence, I’ll keep believing.

Nandan Nilekani, na? That UPI thing, it does make the chai-wala take payment quick, no doubt. But tell me, when I’m buying a new propane cylinder for my rissóis pan, the price never got digitised—only went up, kasam. Reminds me of the old FC Goa days, when we had Mamam at the back, just organising the defence with pure instinct, no fancy tracking app needed. Some things work best when they’re the same, like a good prawn recheado masala—you don’t change what’s already right.

Seeing that list of Marvel films, all those sequels and spin-offs,