If Marcus Thuram were to be a sin, he would be gluttony. Saturday night, after three weeks of competition, the Blues striker ended up succumbing. France has just robbed England (1-2). All without weapons, hatred or violence, at the Al-Bayt stadium, but he only thinks of one thing, a very cute thing: this packet of Pepito that he ordered from his entourage and which, miraculously, comes to reach him.
