She will not watch the game tonight against France. “Too much emotion. Impossible”, she breathes, adjusting her black veil. Just thinking about it brings tears to her eyes. “Here, she’s crying, again,” notes in a sorry pout one of her friends, who provides the translation. No, she won’t have the strength to see her “chick” play the semi-final against France. Before becoming Bounou, the almost impassable rampart of the Atlas lions, he was first his “little Yassine”.
