I remember like it was yesterday, 12 July 1998. The France team led by Zidane at the height of his art, conquered his first and only league title the world. A people cheering down the Champs Elysees, chanting the names of heroes projected onto the aptly named Arc de Triomphe: Paaaaaaaatriiiiiiick Vieiiiiiiiiraaaaaaaaa, Lauuuurent Blannnnnnnnc, etc ... President Jacques Chirac surfed on the victories of blue throughout the summer, offering the world the image of the French model of integration, the success of a team black-blanc-beur. I also remember the October 6, 2001, a France-Algeria intended to seal the friendship between both peoples. That day, a Stade de France completed an egg whistles, boos the Marseillaise sacrosanct, just before invading era play and interrupt a meeting that had the name of friendship. The audience of ministers and dignitaries packed into the presidential box is bombarded with missiles and insults. Integration model "French" is booming, and it only remains of 12 July that the memory of a team, not a nation, extra-ordinary.
Indeed, the eleven Jacquet was a beautiful world champion. Victim of repeated attacks and virulent press hexagonal good Beloved persevered and made history with three defensive midfielders: Deschamps, Karembeu, and Petit. But it was too quick to Zidane, Thuram, Vieira and symbols of integrations, while only exception ... players, their careers are worth. By cons, even make the emblems, they are emblems of great job training centers, these plants have talent since the mid 90's provided bus full of talent. And if the victory of 98 belongs to someone is to them, the FFF, the national technical direction, Aime Jacquet. The policies were wrong to seize a share of the cake, October 6, 2001, they are entitled to the cream pie. A
light years from our neighbors lights, but still on planet football Our Red Devils sail from success to success. Yes, I said successful.
What success? Let's start with the son of the river Zaire high with mussels and fries, I quote Romelu Lukaku, Vincent Kompany, Anthony Vanden Borre, Chrisitan Bentek, Dedryck Boyata. Our so small and fragile country, like our neighbors to the south, a shameful colonial past. 50 years after independence, all our sins are not washed. But our success is he not have known how, in 50 years, Vincent and Romelu people proud to wear the red jacket? Us remember that Kompany had embarked on a showdown with his club Hamburg in the summer of 2008 to able to wear our colors in Beijing. If it could ultimately participated in the first game of the Olympics, Vince The Prince did not give in and finally broke his contract with the Teutons. The kind of decision that causes a cuff around a bicep.
What success? Continue with Italy, which has not forgotten its large diaspora in Belgium. Came up to heaps in our flat so country, they have taken the love of calcio. Silvio Proto is always expressed with the hands, will always Pocognoli coal, while those who saw only once per play Scifo know semper the Italian class.
What success? The world tour continues, passing through Morocco and El Ghanassy with Fellaini, go down a little to Mali and Moussa Dembele, more to Nigeria and Marvin Ogunjimi. As if all this were not enough, I'm sure the Belgian-Ghanaian Vadis, the Belgo-Haroun of Chad, the Belgium-Rwanda-Burundi-DRC Tchité, and the Belgian-Turkish Bolat dream to bring the even the tunic that Belgian-Brazilian De Camargo. It is the Belgo-success! Because, like it or not, one day or another, they all chose to become devils. The examples are numerous, and the beautiful in our multicultural team reflects that of the country. The waves of immigration the past fifty years does not stop at our borders, all of Western Europe had to find solutions. But when I compare our Red Devils to Nationalmannschaft German to Squadra Azzura Italian, and English furia roja , I found a little pale and I note with pleasure that we have a step ahead on integration. Success!
Ok, of course, side wins, we're not too used. Meanwhile, I am proud to see the colors of my country a bit of Kinshasa, Lagos, Porto Feliz, Casablanca, Palermo, Bamako, Rabat, Catania. And then, let us console ourselves if we never our July 12, 1998 to us, because we have succeeded in making of never having to October 6, 2001.
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