Watching. Listening. Reading. Judging.
There are few things that catch my attention like stuff related to Bangalore do and my friends know this well which is how this book landed up with me. Set partly in Bangalore of the 90’s and in a small town called Malehalli in the 80’s, this is a story that delicately weaves together friendships, young love, loss, envy, greed, misogyny and a changing political landscape in India that’s become increasingly casteist and communal.
The drama of the EPL on the pitch is entertaining and it’s what we see every week on TV. But our eyeballs enable the business side of the league and this book documents the evolution of that business from an idea in a secret meeting in the early 90s to becoming the most watched sports league in the world.
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