French football is hit hard by dark and sordid affairs. Two months before the World Cup, we should be passionate, ignite, argue over the choices of the coach of the Blues. This time, no one would want to be in the place of Didier Deschamps. Faced with the repeated scandals that splatter the team and its entourage, the fervor gives way to amazement. We almost forget the challenge of the competition.
Between the scabrous SMS ready for the untouchable boss of the French Football Federation, Noël Le Graët, the advertising bickerings which oppose the players to the management and the criminal and marabouted soap opera Pogba, the cup is full. A sale atmosphere dominates, to the point that, in the ranks, the wounded are legion. The locker rooms of the women’s selection, which we imagined spared, are unfortunately not cleaner: there is also question of criminal associations between players.
To reassure ourselves, we cannot be satisfied with the commonplace which consists…