At the other end of the continent – a formula hardly overused given the routes taken by Finistère supporters who came by train, bus, plane or car – the Brestois created esprit de corps. On and off the field. All day Tuesday, the temperature rose crescendo in the usual peaceful city of Salzburg, animated for a day – and an evening – by more than 450 Red and White supporters. Those of Brest.
The meeting was set in the Rudolfskai area, near the river. There, the colors of the Ti Zefs were displayed in increasing numbers as the day progressed. Shortly before 2 p.m., on the city’s oldest market square, the co-president of Stade Brestois Gérard Le Saint even initiated songs taken up in chorus by the joyful cohort. Which was then transported in shuttles, gently heckled by the growing euphoria of the supporters, one kilometer from the evening enclosure.
Behind the large “Brest Fans” banner, the procession set off to the rhythm of the drum and songs of support under the amused gaze of passers-by who were inclined to take out their phones to film the passage of the troupe arriving at the doors of its theater. dreams thirty minutes later.
“No one would have imagined experiencing this”
White and red sheets drawn to dress the Brest parking lot, the latter took up, in unison with the rest of the stadium, the famous “The Champions” from the little music of the Champions League. Before capsizing with happiness during a supernatural evening. It was first Sima who made him vibrate in the first period. Before Camara, Sima again and Pereira-Lage set the pitch further ablaze after the break, leaving the audience speechless at a Red Bull Arena which resonated with Brest chants. “Well done everyone, it was a great yard. Now we’ll have to prepare for the Club World Cup,” one of the evening’s leaders said, smiling, into the megaphone.
His eyes clouded with emotion, David, 53, still struggled to find the words to describe the evening: “It’s unforgettable, incredible, nothing but happiness… Experiencing a season like last year, like this year, no one of my generation would not have imagined experiencing this. Not at our level, not in Brest.” Barely in their thirties, Thomas and Thibault, whose birthday it was, added: “What do you mean? It’s wow! Exceptional, we couldn’t ask for anything more.”
Ecstatic, the people of Brest debriefed in the buses bringing them back to the city center a match of the supernatural order, like football sometimes offers. And this was only the beginning of an evening which lasted until late at night, notably at the Shamrock, an establishment now known to all the Brest residents who took part in the trip and returned, for the majority, this Wednesday 2 October, stars still in your eyes.
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