[Billet d'humour] Quand les Lions font grimper le thermomètre à Paris !
There are signs that don't lie. Never! When football debates in Paris suddenly take on the air of a perpetual trial, it's rarely to celebrate the beautiful game. Since Senegal's victory at the Africa Cup of Nations in Morocco, the studios have been buzzing, voices are rising, and everyone is frantically searching for what went wrong. Not on the pitch, no. Elsewhere.
In a gesture, a look, a posture. Everything, except admitting that the Lions simply dominated their opponent.
The latest warning, like a betrayed secret, came from a morning newspaper. L'Équipe reports that Jean-Luc Vannuchi, coach of the French U19 team, made a detour to Morocco to observe Senegal.
Espionage, analysis, reconnaissance—the vocabulary is serious, almost military. Guy Stéphan speaks of "data to be collected." In other words, they film, they measure, they dissect. They scrutinize runs, transitions… even the way goals are celebrated.
You never know, Senegalese confidence might be contagious.
It must be said that Senegal has moved into a different category. From a pleasant surprise, it has become a troublesome factor.
African champions, confident in their abilities, methodical, and collective. Naturally, this shakes up those who were used to entering the field with the assurance inherited from the past.
Then the media frenzy begins. Former international players dust off their old comparisons, brandishing their records like notarized documents. They talk about luck, favorable circumstances, lenient refereeing. Everything is dissected, except the game itself. It's no longer analysis; it's an attempt at collective comfort, an elegant way of denying the obvious.
Because the evidence is clear. Senegal has grown. It no longer asks for permission or external validation. It sets its own pace, controls its weak moments, and strikes precisely when needed.
This calm confidence is more unsettling than impressive.
As June 2026 approaches, some memories resurface. 2002 wasn't a bizarre accident. It was a warning. At the time, we smiled. Today, we worry.
Football, however, remains simple. It obeys neither nostalgia nor rigid hierarchies. It rewards those who work simply, here and now.
Next June, microphones will comment, experts will theorize. But as is often the case, it's the field that will have the final say. And it has never had an accent.
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