For the occasion, the emblematic sports association of the city had invited its members for a broadcast in its clubhouse. Few in number, made up in blue-white-red for some, still dressed in the Moroccan team shirts for others, there were about fifteen who answered present.
At kick-off, all eyes are on the giant screen, in a serene atmosphere. The game phases follow one another. And throughout the match, the eternal “Alleeezzz, but go ahead!”, released with a certain tension, merge from both sides with every attempt at an opportunity in front of the opponent’s goal. Without forgetting the “rholala, ma nooo…”, for each missed step. Nor the obvious “hop hop hop…” of relief, with every English shot deflected by Hugo Lloris. Or the invective more or less in good faith in the direction of the referee: “Ah, here you are whistling eh…!”. And of course “but nooonn” at the time of the English penalty and equaliser.
Then comes the Azzurri’s second goal, announced a few seconds earlier in the assembly, a slight shift of the images obliges… “Giroud, he’s been there for 75 years, and he scores again…!” they joked in the assembly. Short-lived joy before the new French foul in the area, and… Again relief. Emotional lift when you hug us… Before the final liberating whistle blows.