Who would think the French football team would reach its victory in the summer of 1998 winning the world cup for the first time on a tournament played on its home soil, surely not think a group of friends who met to discuss about the qualification for the world cup matches.
Jean- Pascal was not really a big football fan but when France made its way through or almost with only one match left to become the world’s champion. He watched the second to last match played between France and Israel; he realized that they had the potential of winning by Zidan’s attitude to conquer.
We went at his friend called Pierre House. His sitting hall was filled with friends who waited impatiently for the match to get started. When they introduce the Brazilian players, Pierre hesitates if he wanted to watch this match or not. He could never imagine, not even in his dream that Ronaldo could loose a match. The others friends let he knew that it doesn’t only take Ronaldo alone to win the match, although the Brazilian teams are known worldwide to be the best ever, France has its chance, just think of Zidane, Thuram, Sylvain wiltord, Thierry Henry and of course Barthez the goal keeper, just to name a few. Still Pierre was not convinced. He can’t stop repeating the Brazil had won so many times and this night is their night, they just can’t loose. It was time for the start of the match. The place was quiet, the only noise one could hear was that of the vehicle engines, and the bell that strike every hour. The first five minutes of the match, Brazil had touches the ball many times making us loosing faith, while Pierre bit his finger nails and shaking his legs. He looked at the hour every minute to see how many time left for the end of the match, although it has only started since ten minutes. France had touched the ball for the first time. He shouted ‘yeah Zidane, yeah.’ Unfortunately Zidane had passed the ball to wiltord, and then Thuram returned it to the goal keeper. Pierre transpires and takes the last mouth full of chips. He was too excited to control his emotions. He went into the kitchen for a drink to cool him down, then all of a sudden he heard shouting goal. He rushed in the sitting hall. The bottle fell from his hand and broke in splinters; still he didn’t give any attention to his drink. His eyes keep straight on the television waiting to see the re-wind how the ball was score. His face was brightened with emotions, but he knew that this doesn’t means that France has already win, it had leave more than fifty minutes to played. Before the half time, France had score two leaving Brazil at zero. Our costumes were ready just waiting on the French team to give the chance to put them on, just win the gold cup away from Brazil. Pierre drew his chair closer to the television. Each time that Brazil had taken possession of the ball, he became paralyzed with anxiety, just until France take it away. Again France had score another point making them at three points and Brazil still at zero. Now the little city of Tournon woke up. The neighbour started clapping, shouting and singing:’ Alley les blue on EST tous avec vous. Meaning continue like this the blue we are all with you) A song written by the rocker called Johnny. While the people in a bar shouting and singing” we will survive’. Now everyone realized that in less than a minute they’d become the world’s champion. We started putting on our costumes to go in the road to start our show. The whistle had blown and the commentator shouted: ‘victory for France.’ In less than ten minutes the road was filled with people. It was impossible to hear if someone talked closely to you. The people screamed while the vehicle blows their horns. It was like a mirage, but rather happier, because this night, although the most famous player called Zidane had score two of three points, all the players( les blue) had contributes. During eight hours everyone forget the problems that France and some people face because of their differences and join as one to celebrate this victory. On the road were like on the play field, when differences are put a side and joy, peace and harmony are celebrated, because of the mixture of players with origin from Guadeloupe, Martinique, Argentina, Senegal, Poland, Portugal, Ghana and of course France who contributes to France to make winning the world cup a reality and make not only the French team be proud of France, but all the strangers who lives here and the supporters from other countries believes that France will achieve its goal because of its multi-cultural people.
Pierre was without voice as he spent hours screaming and celebrating the French victory. Everyone that went to speak with him, he hugged them telling them how sure he was that France would win. This makes us all laugh because this was not what he thinks three hours ago. Today June 2006, again the world cup has started on the German soil, who they won their first match last night. Without hesitation, the French team are amongst the favourites. As says a friend of mine:” If France can win Brazil who else can win them?”
Three months before the final world cup of 2006 that played between France and Italy again we all give an appointment to meet at our friend Pierre's house. This time the ambience were different because most of us became parent even Pierre who had a little boy named Yohan. Yohan dresses for this occasion wearing Zidane shirt number, a head band with Thuram's name with his face painted with the color that represent France. He were the only boy his age amongst 6 little girls who also French supporters. Yohan couldn't stop speaking. For him France had already won. When the team enters the field and sing their nation hymn, called the Marseilleas'He song putting his left hand on his right brest like them.
The pizzas were waiting to be devoured, but too much misunderstanding between the adults, Yohan decides to do the server. The pizzas were almost finished while the champagne waited impatiently in the refrigerator to be liberated. More than half an hour had passed and still there aren't any actions on the field. Pierre, somehow forget that is forbidden to smoke in his house as told his wife because of the kids, but too much tension makes him already smoke three cigarettes while lighting the forth he realized that he's breaking his wife law's. Zidane had now touched the ball, but unfortunately, he'd missed the goal. Yohan song: ' It's alright zizou, it's ok, I still love you anyway'. The adults were a bit bored because there were no actions, Then all of a sudden An Italian named Marco Mattrazzi approached Zidane trying to take the ball away but both had loose the ball, then Zidane approached him with a headbutting, he immediately felt on the ground. What a shock, not only for Yohan who started crying when he heard the whistle that Zidane had gotten a red ticket and had to quit the match, but for everyone else, who's asking what's the matter. Why did he done this to the French. Why didn't he wait until after the match to sort out is difference with Marco? There are those who say they'd never forgive him because he should be strong enough to know that words are wind. Thuram, is one of the witness that 'words are wind'. Why did he respond with violence? After all the match must go on, David Trezguet had missed his shoot, wow, everyone puts their hand on the head, waiting to see if there are any hope, but when Italy Fabio Grosso, score the winning penalty, the place were filled with sorrows. Little Yohan cry the sadness of his heart. Everyone says the same thing, ' it's not fair'. Now Italy wins with 5-3 against France. With time all these friends concluded that maybe if they were Zidan they'd maybe do the same when they discovered his reasons. Some people might taught that Zidane carrier ended in disgrace, but who knows, maybe because of this he felt liberated.