United States – France: the click Ntilikina – Basketball – Blues

A dull, painful rage had been simmering in her guts and in her head for almost two years now, she was confusing her game and her ideas and only wanted to be externalized. Hearing the sound of the buzzer on Wednesday, Frank Ntilikina first raised his arms to the sky, the time to grasp the scope of the event and the role he had just played. Then he isolated himself in a corner of the floor, raised his chest and shouted all he could. A madman. To pinch it to believe it, as the boy is usually in control of his emotions, as difficult to sting as an arm without vein: he has the gaze, the word, carefully selected and the euphoria, rare . Once adrenaline fell, it was difficult to concede that his performance of the day took the form of a release, "A deliverance, a little bit …"