Finals

.....and finally Mirepoix Rugby Club gets to win what ever final it was. 
 
Gab tried playing the trombone and he tried playing football.

When he pushed himself out of my uterus 17 years ago in a hospital in Carcassonne, the midwife held him up high and said 'a future rugby player'.  

She couldn't have been more wrong. 

He did one away game and his face looked sad when he got off the coach.  He was 13 and said the only thing that made him laugh on the way home from defeat was the club song which went along the lines of 'on est trop nul, on est trop nul, on est, on est on est trop nul'.

I kept him at it until a night one November when Bijou brought a miserable Gab home in his C15  before the end of training. I thanked  Bijou, put Gab's muddy, frozen body in the bath, scrubbed him until he came back to life and never sent him back to the stadium again.

There's bunting everywhere and posters in the Cafés proclaiming that are hearts are white and blue.(?)

La Rochelle is playing Toulouse in some other final way up in Paris and it just so happens that Toulouse win and Mirepoix win and the Bandas bands are in the square and the atmosphere's not bad despite the roiling storm clouds and I end up doing that boat thing when you're lifted from arms to arms until the end the end of the line and you're glad you remembered to put knickers on.