Non, rien de rien.
The turf, he knows. The corridors and the dressing rooms, he knows. The way the noise rolls around the stands, the winding route the coach takes into the guts of the stadium, this he knows. But the open spaces, the daunting feeling of freedom, of flying into the teeth of a gale, this part is new. It is a journey Antoine Dupont has barely begun, and yet here, it ends.
