The most beautiful story: The Swiss team at Euro 2024, like a holiday love

It’s an almost adolescent feeling. A thunderbolt that strikes in the heart and sends the stars flying. A few weeks of summer where passion is lived without a future but in the happiness of the day, in an incredulous fervor.

This month of June, Switzerland is experiencing holiday love with its football team. Right at the moment when no one really dared to believe in it anymore, except in desperation, here she is creating a memorable epic, certainly the most successful in its history.

Beat the reigning European champion and qualifying for the quarter-finals of the Euro is one thing. Doing it by taking charge of the game, by controlling the pace of the entire match, by proudly assuming your ambitions, without complexes or false modesty, is another, totally unprecedented. Clearly, we were not ready.

Especially after the last twelve months, which have been laborious to say the least, when criticism has rightly been heard, to the point of becoming deafening, no one expected Murat Yakin’s men to have such a level of collective coherence.

It seems that the etiquette of this group had to be questioned for it to reveal itself. Because if this Switzerland has one merit that has surpassed them all for the past two weeks, it is that of solidarity.

There is a common experience, certainly, built up over more than a decade, but above all there is the constantly renewed desire to make efforts for each other. Here, the excess of energy is not an easy solution. No, it is the culmination of a gaming project with which the whole country identifies.

Only football brings people into the streets. It’s unreasonable, but it’s so good. When summer comes, the control postures are overwhelmed by passion. We let go, we let ourselves be carried away by the current, too bad – or sometimes so much the better – if we don’t understand anything.

Like a holiday romance: the emotions are often as intense as the epilogue is abrupt. So yes, maybe it will end next Saturday. Maybe it will be cruel, maybe it will hurt. That there will be nothing left except memories, which we will idealize as much as we want.

It doesn’t matter, because it’s summer, we don’t care about tomorrow.

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