This match between Racing 92 and Toulon, two of the biggest teams in the championship, was incomparably sad…
So how boring was this match in Créteil? And what strange purge did two of the biggest cars in the championship offer us on Saturday afternoon? Because if the Ile-de-France leaders were counting on one of the posters of this sixth day to retain the loyalty of the 6,000 people who had gathered in the aisles of the Duvauchelle stadium, you agree that the seduction operation took a big hit in the southern suburbs and in this respect, we will prove a thousand times right to Marie-Alice Yahé who, at half-time of this match between Racing and Toulon, swore on the microphone of Canal + that she had the impression of attending a “directed training” when Eric Blanc, old glory of the Racing Club de France, told us at the same time in the stands: “It’s Voulte – Novels in the seventies, this match!”.
SO ? We love rugby more than anything else in the world, comrades. We even devote to this sport and its practitioners the admiration they deserve, for putting their faces where the toe would generally not dare to slip. But this match, between a Var team whose game plan is reduced to nothing as soon as it ventures outside the Mayol stadium, and this Racing which is still far too clumsy and undisciplined to claim to overturn the table, frankly made us die. of boredom. And we see again, in spite of ourselves, an opening score in the 48th minute, these collapsed scrums which ate up the clock and strained this naturally heavy pitch a little more, the soft attacks of Paolo Garbisi on one side, of Owen Farrell on the other, or the legion of forwards who punctuated the meeting and offered Mr. Brousset, the game director, the leading role in this sad spectacle. How much does Paris-La Défense-Arena and its ultra-fast pitch miss the Top 14 in general, and Racing in particular?
