Hello all,
We have had a strange day here in Vichy. The plan for the day was that we would have a walk and a picnic lunch, then split up, for Tony to go to a rugby match, and for me to watch a festival of country dancing. Our walk was shorter than expected, so we walked into town for a coffee. It was completely dead. I think Sunday lunch at home must be the tradition, as people appeared later in the afternoon, and the lovely, old-fashioned children's roundabout got going.
Anyway, after our quiet coffee, Tony went to the match and I went to the dance venue, only no-one else turned up. I waited a while then went into the town centre and had a wander. I found a row of three lovely brasseries, reminiscent of Paris, and had just settled down with a drink, when the folk dancers appeared, dancing in a procession down the street. It was a really nice moment. The children were really cute, all dressed up.
I have tasted the Spa water today, so I should be healthy for a while now. While I was doing all this, Tony was enjoying the experience of being at a French rugby match. So now I'll hand you over to our own sports correspondent in France, Tony Dolan.
Stade Louis Darragon is near the river, just a short walk form the town centre. It cost 8 euros to get in and I presume it was a second team game in progress when I entered. The main game was Racing Club de Vichy against Vienne.There were about 500 people watching and the standard was pretty good. I sat in a big stand which ran all along one side of the pitch. The atmosphere was good. Lots of friends meeting, saying hello and shaking hands. It was the first home game of the season. It was an intense match between two well matched sides. As usual the ref got loads of good natured abuse each time he penalised the home side. That abuse started at the kick off when the announcer introduced the ref and said he was from Ile de France. There was some niggle and a fight early in the first half spilled off the field around the back of the stand. There were no players or ref left on the field. A man behind asked me smiling if the match had finished! The ref handled the niggle well and showed four yellow cards during the game. Vichy scored a good try early on, but were then under pressure. Vienne's stand off kicked all their goals well and they won 11 - 12. Vichy had a chance in the last minute with a penalty kick right in front of the posts, but the poor lad missed it to the dismay of the crowd. I didn't go into the bar afterwards, but I enjoyed the experience. The rugby fraternity is the same everywhere. It was a friendly and warm atmosphere.
Thank you, Tony, for that match report. It only remains for me to sign off. One more day here, we think, and then on to Orleans. Love to all.
Hi Folks, glad that you continue to enjoy your trip. I appreciate that you will still be away for your birthday, Chris, so in the absence of a card I thought I'd just wish you Happy Birthday for Tuesday. No doubt you will be able to enjoy it in style.
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Lord and Lady Michael of Bridgemont XX
It's remains a mystery to me how friendly and warm can live hand in hand with a fight that makes its way round the back of the stands.
ReplyDeleteOne of my pals was a second row and found himself on the ground being hit in the chops by another chap (presumably from the other team, although that's not certain). When this chap realised everything had stopped and everyone was watching, he helped my pal up and said ... sorry mate.
Odd, you see. Just plain odd.
Sorry I'm late - haven't quite got the hang of the navigation yet. I'm like Dave - rugby is a bit of a puzzle. However I enjoyed the commentary on a game between two teams whose existence I hadn't even dreamed of.
ReplyDeleteYour lost dancers story reminds of the spring in Wabasca Chris. I drove up from Edmonton so I'd be in time for the grand parade to kick off the Northland Games. I checked into the one and only motel in town which just happens to be at the four-way stop, where the parade was to assemble. I sat down watching from my room as the wind was howling off the lake and it was freezing. Half an hour later, with nothing but mud-caked pick-ups grinding past, I headed to the restaurant for a beer.
Turns out they had decided to start an hour early as they heard the weather was going to change and they were all cozy in the community centre. Good job I refused to sit on a float which was the original plan.
Anyway, at least yours turned up, and the setting was a little less grim.