Racing receives Bordeaux on children’s day, under the eyes of its dear “old-timers” and in the aroma of Egon’s soup. We are overtaken by emotions, at the birth of December, in this mixing of generations which brings together young and old, in the memory of a rare man who left us a little over a year ago. We can never forget Egon Gindorf.
An eternal striker, Pierre Sbaïz, whose free kick gave Racing the Coupe de France 1966, a magnificent striker, Roland Wagner, international, Champion of France in 1979, will kick off. In the early hours of the night, the light shines on everything Racing has been building in recent years, making Meinau everyone’s home. We like to push open the door every time the sound of the balloon resonates.
Bordeaux, which is the other side of the formidable career of Léonard Specht (Champion of France with Strasbourg, three times with the Girondins, attentive President for four years of the Association of “old” Racing) is our evening visitor. It’s the 16e of the ranking that is announced for the 8e. Said like that, the case seems to be on the right track. A little observation still calls for a minimum of caution.
Because Bordeaux travels rather well, beaten only twice in seven trips. The Girondins have taken more points away (7 in 7 games) than at home (6 in 8 games). It is an inconvenient passenger, very determined to go up the slope, who stands in front of us.
Racing, which has come three times (in Nantes, against Reims and then in Monaco) to come back to score, knows it. Again this Wednesday evening, he needs to put his collective strength, his desire to move forward, to never give up on the table.
He too, on the meadow, gives us great emotions, a desire for play which becomes his trademark. It’s still a night to chase the ball and then put it to good use. The pretty points which float on the Meinau are the object of a conquest which would be a sacred good deal in the standings.
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