I grew up in Nantes and I played in the working class area of Chantenay.
I had one passion: football. We all dreamed of the same jersey and there were all types: sons of lawyers, the “little jerk” who always got in trouble on the weekends, others whose socks we had to pay for at the beginning of the season because their parents didn’t have the means… We weren’t invincible but it was funny: our differences disappeared when we were on the field.
We never had the money but we were the kind of buddies that if we went away on the weekends, no one stayed behind.
English translation by Anna Snyder, Salem State University, May 2020