We, the French people, are not happy with events
I watched the match in a crowded cafe where bursts of joy after Gallas scored quickly gave way to consternation at Henry’s cheating.
As I cycled back home I didn’t see a single flag being waved in the streets of Mulhouse. I heard only two motorists hooting their horns – there would have been dozens in normal circumstances.
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