Living in a soccer town is a-mazin'! PSG-OM matches are super high risk. On match days, you do NOT want to be driving a car with Parisian plates or wearing PSG purple and red. Unless you’re itching to get insulted/assaulted/your car wrecked, of course.
This time, Paris had not sold the promised number of tickets to Marseille supporters and furthermore, seated them just beneath the PSG supporters. Outnumbered and vulnerable, the club chairman had refused to send first team regulars to Paris and discouraged supporters from attending the match, fearing that someone would be killed. Riiiight... So instead they sent a side of first team benchwarmers and amateur team (= 5th division) players, because we can’t get the first team regulars killed but hey it’s ok to send sacrificial lambs? Maybe they’ll do the Puss in boots ‘hey look at me I’m so cute and unthreatening’ routine and get away with it?
In any case, this jumble of non-regular first team and 5th div players held the regulars of PSG to a nil-nil DRAW. How about that?!! Even captained by the great Pauleta, PSG fell flat on their faces in front of a bunch of 'minots'!
As you can imagine, Marseille went wild!! The celebrations must have been crazy!! I can see people jumping into le vieux port, flares, horns, smokes, the works! People stormed the train station to welcome their unlikely heroes back, with you guessed it, more flares, horns and smokes!
Aw man, I want to be back to celebrate with them again! J'suis avec vous!!
As you can imagine, Marseille went wild!! The celebrations must have been crazy!! I can see people jumping into le vieux port, flares, horns, smokes, the works! People stormed the train station to welcome their unlikely heroes back, with you guessed it, more flares, horns and smokes!
Aw man, I want to be back to celebrate with them again! J'suis avec vous!!
Moral of the story: Better a small marseillais than a useless parisian.
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