Last night, while most of the country turned their attentions to the dirge in Donetsk, the competitors and spectators lined up for a killing in Kiev.
In the yellow corner, the team who hang most of their hopes on a belligerent maverick, a man who when asked who he thought would win the tournament, replied that he was going on holiday. In so many words. In the blue corner, a team unbeaten in 23 games (the longest run in international football), young and exciting, groomed by their coach to play in the right way.
Yup, France lost. In fact, they were battered.

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