It’s going to take a while for me to shake the cobwebs off from my matted hair and let my pupils dilate so that they can adjust to the sunlight. Bear with me, for it has been a really long time under that rock, and as much as the cool, lovely shade it offers seems like heaven for all of us sweating through the Indian summers, it isn’t really a fun hangout sort of place. Top of the Rock is the famous touristy place, not Under the Rock. With reason.
After some time though, I realize that the blazing fire I thought I saw is just the sun beating down, as always. FIFA is still a dictatorship in an age where century-old dictatorships an...