As a data poet raised in London’s multicultural shadows, I saw more than a win in Black牛’s 0-1 triumph over Darmatola — I saw the silence between ticks, the weight of a single shot echoing through 14:47:58. This wasn’t just statistics; it was a Bayesian lullaby sung in real time, where every pass held the rhythm of quiet rebellion. For those who listen, beauty lives in probability.