J’avais \u00e9t\u00e9 un peu frapp\u00e9 par les grandes d\u00e9monstrations chauvines de la rue et du m\u00e9tro au cours des qualifications \u00e0 chaque \u00e9tape de la Coupe du monde de foot. La foule, ses joies fabriqu\u00e9es et totalitaires, intrusives et brutales comme un bizutage \u00e0 l’\u00e9chelle de la ville enti\u00e8re, m’effrayait, me r\u00e9voltait et me poursuivait. Comme ces gens qui, en bo\u00eete, se croient autoris\u00e9s \u00e0 se plaindre quand on ne sourit pas, la cohorte des joueurs de djemb\u00e9, des fans de la treizi\u00e8me heure, des adolescents suicidaires et de leurs copines m’engueulait si je lisais plut\u00f4t que de beugler. Le foot \u00e9tait une formidable f\u00eate qui r\u00e9unissait dans un m\u00eame \u00e9lan de beauferie mon boucher et les racailles du coin de ma rue. A la radio, quelqu’un disait: \u00abOn est ivres de bonheur\u00bb, ce qui est deux fois excessif. <\/p>\n
Apr\u00e8s, Zidane a donn\u00e9 un coup de boule \u00e0 un Italien. C’\u00e9tait une image \u00e9trange. Quelque part, cela montrait heureusement l’absurdit\u00e9 des strat\u00e9gies (m\u00e9diatiques, politiques, commerciales) construites autour du Grand Homme, le footballeur brillant, cool et qui r\u00e9concilie toutes les Frances. La fiche plastifi\u00e9e de Chirac, l’\u00e9clairage de l’Arc de Triomphe, les chansons s\u00e9n\u00e9galaises absurdes, les distinctions truqu\u00e9es de la FIFA, les espoirs des connards du m\u00e9tro tombaient \u00e0 l’eau tous ensemble. Pourtant au fond, Zidane devenait aussi plus int\u00e9ressant avec son geste de petit ca\u00efd, de gamin autiste, de fils d’immigr\u00e9 malheureux, que comme ic\u00f4ne du sport, de la patrie et de la jeunesse. <\/p>\n
Ma m\u00e8re continuait de r\u00e2ler des trucs sur ces salauds de Ritals.
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\nI had been a bit struck by the massive jingoistic demonstrations of street and Tube along the qualifications at each step of the Football World Cup. The crowd, its made-up and totalitarian joys, intrusive and brutal like hazing at the scale of the city, scared me, revolted me and harassed me. Like these party people who feel allowed to complain if you don’t smile, the cohort of djembe players, late fans, suicidal teenagers and their girlfriends bawled me out if I read rather than shout. Football is a great party that unites in the same move of Joe-Sixpack-ness my butcher and the corner’s urchins. On the radio, someone said: \u00ab\u00a0we’re drunk with happiness\u00a0\u00bb, which is twice excessive. <\/p>\n
Then, Zidane headblew an Italian. It was a strange picture. Somewhere, it happily demonstrated the absurdity of all tacks (media, politics, business) around the Great Man, the briliant, cool footballer, the one to reconcile all Frances. Chirac’s laminated cards, the Arc de Triomphe’s lighting, the absurd Senegalese songs, the trumped distinctions by FIFA, the hopes of the Tube’s assholes all slumped together. However, deep down, Zidane also became more interesting with his small wiz’s, autistic kid’s, unhappy migrants son’s gesture, than he was as an icon of sport, homeland and youth. <\/p>\n
My mother still crabed things about the bloody wops.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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