No third star for the Blues but the French, until the torture of this twisted final, had their heads in the stars.
A week before Christmas, in the heart of cold weather that is not just meteorological, this World Cup, despite the ultimate defeat, will have been a common occasion to rejoice which warmed the heart and put the quarrels on hold.
In Doha, Emmanuel Macron made himself the standard-bearer of a French dream;
even broken.
In his plane should he have taken Marine Le Pen, Jean-Luc Mélenchon, Éric Ciotti and Marine Tondelier?
Those who might have been angry with him for claiming victory will be relieved to give him the monopoly of defeat.
In both scenarios, this recovery would have been out of the game because it would have been precisely to put a political cloak by force on an event which is sufficient in itself to represent national unity.
It was not the winner of the presidential election who hoped for luck, for the second time in a row…
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