Every day, the morning of Europe 1 looks back on one of the sporting events that make the news.
This Thursday, Virginie Phulpin looks back on the sporting evening between the French handball team, which qualified for the semi-final of the World Cup, and the arrival of the first Vendée Globe skippers in Les Sables-d'Olonne.
According to her, this curfew evening was a real sporting happiness.
The French handball team is in the semi-final of the World Cup.
They beat Hungary after extra time last night.
While Charlie Dalin crossed the finish line of the Vendée Globe before the final victory of Yannick Bestaven.
For Virginie Phulpin, the evening of this Wednesday showed us how much sport can be as addicting as a suspense series.
What makes the salt of a successful thriller is that every two minutes, you are convinced that you have found the culprit, we do not do it to you, then you change your mind constantly, and you are still surprised during the final outcome.
Sport has that power.
The one to keep you going, to make you go from discouragement to screams of joy in a fraction of a second, and vice versa.
The evening of this Wednesday is a model of its kind.
A double series, between handball in Egypt and the Vendée Globe in the Bay of Biscay.
Attention, the decorations are as neat as the scenarios in the sport.
In terms of twists and turns, we were served.
Les Bleus du hand missed their first half in great lengths, while Charlie Dalin arrived first at Les Sables d'Olonne.
What, is it, mass is said?
Oh, it's already good that our France team, which came from nowhere, reached the quarter-finals.
But how come the first to cross the finish line is not necessarily the winner of the Vendée Globe?
Ah okay, there are bonuses, you have to take out calculators and chronometers and wait, turn, tack, until the end of the night.
Admit that it is well put together, this plot.
Sport has no equal when it comes to shaking our certainties and transforming a curfew evening into a life-size Cluedo.
You had to have a
good heart
this Wednesday evening
As long as the final whistle has not sounded, as long as the finish line is not crossed, we are not sure of anything.
Our handball players broke away in the second half against Hungary.
And again I drew hasty conclusions.
They will win then?
It would be too simple as a denouement.
Come on, will you take extra time?
At the same time, Boris Hermann struck a trawler in the Bay of Biscay.
His dreams of victory vanished in a fraction of a second.
And at the end of the night, at the end of the suspense, the winner is called Yannick Bestaven.
Sport manages to give us a breath of fresh air while making the atmosphere unbreathable.
Kamoulox anyway.
When do we say to ourselves that it is won for the Blues of the hand?
At 34-32 when there is a minute 30 left to play?
No, too early.
At 35-32 then, less than a minute from the end?
Yes it's good !
France is in the semi-final.
From the end of the world to the last square.
From the end of the world to Les Sables d'Olonne for the skippers.
Sport makes us live a thousand lives in a curfew.
Screaming, crying, fear and relief.
Just be careful that your neighbors don't think you are having a clandestine party ...