There is derby… and derby! We could cite the derby of the Côte d’Azur, that of the North, the Rhône or even the Atlantic. And forget so many others. Since football has existed, these regional rivalries have strengthened our weekends, spiced up our evenings, inflated our egos. Confrontations sometimes rooted in the industrial, social and sporting history of the country. Cheap happiness for fans, between tension, emulation and passion. To feed this fervor, we have also known for more than thirty years the clasico, a duel of extremes, the North against the South, PSG – Marseille, an opposition set up from scratch at the beginning of the 1990s. A show for the audience. Not really a derby in the literal sense, more the clash of clichés.
But today, let’s say it, we are talking about a real derby at the highest level, in the heart of the same city, the same neighborhood. The only one in France. The first for thirty-six years in the First Division and the late Racing Paris of Jean-Luc Lagardère. It was in Paris, already, at the Parc des Princes, always.
