Game of Football and Nash...

When by the road
At a land so far unexplored
he saw kids playing
Football...
he had to stop...
A game of football
And how could he miss that?
football that had
Given him so much...
Rains...sunshine...broken ankle...
Dreams...flowery garlands...
Sweat.. Hard muscles...and friendship...

How can he not miss that?
So...
he stopped...
Parked himself under a tree
A medium sized one
Not sprawling
But leafy sure...
And incidentally with plastered seat
Underneath it
Neat...
he sat...
feeling the cool on his back
And the breeze
Taking light just faint
And under that creamy golden paint
A bunch of kids
And a game of football...

he them watched...

One particular kid
In blue jersey and white shorts
Number nine...
'he is fast...
he is a possibility...
But he dribbles too much
And keeps the ball in hold...
For himself he plays...'
he observed...

The game was on...
The blue jersey
Nine
Whom he chose
Was coolly moving on
To the opponent's goal post...
One-to-one...
A sideback also from his side
Had come up...

'minus the ball to your side back...'
he...sitting like a fan
Under a small banyan
Wished...

But the kid...
Inexperienced a bit
Dribbled for an opening
And the goalie pounced for the ball...
The number nine
Inspite of a possibility
The goal missed...

The sideback seemingly got disappointed...

He was too...

'these kids need to know
One thing...
What prevents an ideal situation from happening...
Prisoner's dilemma...

They need to know that...
Prisoner's dilemma causes always the ruin...'

Thinking this
he thought he should call the kids...
But to his surprise
The game ended there
And the kid...
Number nine
And others too...
They were retreating...
From the field
Going back home perhaps...
Their sweaty jerseys they had opened...
They were walking home bare...
Talking within themselves...
Their exploits and errors...

'hey number nine...'
he called out...
The kid looked up...
The jersey in his hand...
Number nine still visible...
Folded though...

'you need to do the minus
Sometimes
When you are not sure
Of your
Positional co ordinate
And you can't shoot home a point...'
he yelled...softly
Advisory...
The kid stopped for a while...
Looked at his eyes...
his smiling traveler's indulgent face...
And then he yelled back...
'next morn ...
We all will be here...
At six...
And we want you to be with us
We want to know certain tricks
To shoot goals
And to cooperate...
To know
More about dilemmas
And the theory of the game...'

he nodded immediate...
'Nash would be too much for them
We could just talk the application next day...
And a bit of fun...
A zing...
For them...'
he thought...
Smiling...

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