What was Kylian Mbappé thinking at that moment, there in the central circle? Was he remaking the film of his seven winding years in Paris? Did he realize that he, the kid from Bondy, would never brandish the Champions League in the PSG jersey? It was 10:55 p.m., Paris was eliminated by Dortmund (0-1, 0-1) and the Parisian striker, with a blank look, his hands on his knees, seemed lost in this suddenly cold night. Marquinhos, Skriniar, Lee Kang-in, his teammates paraded, without this causing any reaction from number 7. Luis Enrique, the man who disrupted his spring, was content with a brief greeting. Mbappé, in an almost mechanical behavior, followed his teammates towards the Virage Auteuil and was one of the first to return to the locker room.
