PSG beat Lyon 2-0. I read it on Monday, at the chip shop, in my weekly paper. Then I checked. The score hadn’t changed.
RMC Sport writes that the Gones cracked late on. Paris are top. Mika Godts scored his first goal for Paris.
After the match, Paulo Fonseca said: “I might play a centre-back as a striker.” With a smile, RMC adds.
I know this idea. It isn’t new. In the old days, in the eighty-fifth minute, when a goal was needed, the centre-back went up. Nobody announced it. Nobody smiled. He went up, he jumped, and we went home for lunch. Today, they announce it first. With a “might”. I’m not criticising. I’m comparing.
The “might” interests me. In my day, a manager said what he would do, or he said nothing. The “might” arrived with the microphones. It lets you speak without deciding anything. It’s a technique. I admit it is effective.
Marcel, I do it without a mic and without a maybe. And it works in the relegation fight.
Niakhaté admitted: “It’s infuriating, the regrets are there.” I heard that sentence in the pouring rain in 1976. It hasn’t aged a day. It’s the only one.
Luis Enrique dedicated the win to “Kvara”. Godts said: “We won for Kvara.”
The centre-back may play up front. Or not. We’ll know at the next match. Well. It’s the times.
It’s true, we checked: RMC Sport.
