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It's near midnight here in France, and I'm back from a little walk from downtown smalltown, and I've only seen it that wild twice.
First time was that 1998 day when Sonic Youth played A Thousand Leaves in Paris. When I got down from the train to head back home, I felt more than surprised to see so many people gathered around the main square by the cinema, yelling out of joy. Most of them couldn't have cared less about Sonic Youth, they were enjoying the French team's victory versus Croatia in the semis. I didn't stay long that time to rush and watch the game I had taped.
Second time was, well, after the victory.
Same scenes tonight after a rather stifling day. Fresh air, cars galore, honking, people waving flags (there was this car with both Portuguese and French flags waving out), excited kids with their parents, smiles, boys & girls...
Domenech's substitutions were fine, he didn't remove strikers in favor of more defenders. Zidane was marvelous, Henry in control, and Ribéry achieved something great. Pure delight.
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