Martiens... Cette finale... Elle a survolé la finale.
Ça y est le 4 ème ! Amplement mérité. Sacré match. Très plaisant à voir.

Bien loin des purges de l'Autriche, voire meme de la France.

Et le football européen des nations est dans un état assez inédit. Les grosses nations ont été en faillite.

Toutes les joueuses françaises sont rincées on dirait.

Et le football européen des nations est dans un état assez inédit. Les grosses nations ont été en faillite.

Toutes les joueuses françaises sont rincées on dirait.

Ou surcoté, beaucoup de zizounette on vu le jours durant la dernière décennie.

En tout cas, depuis que Bompastor est parti, notre jeu a volé en éclats.

Suède, Allemagne, Norvège France...ça a été un Euro surprenant. Qui aurait pu prévoir ces 4 1/2f finalistes ?

Like many of the women playing in the European Championships Nadia Nadim was introduced to football by her father, who brought home a ball when she was a little girl. The rest of her story, however, is unique, a tale of tragedy and triumph even Hollywood might balk at.

Nadim will play for Denmark today in the final of Euro 2017, against the Netherlands in Enschede. It is the biggest match of her life, but there is no danger of her losing perspective.

Denmark is Nadim's adopted country. One of five sisters she was born and grew up in Afghanistan where her father, Rabani, was a general in the Afghan Army. When she was 10 the Taliban, who controlled the country, summoned her father to a meeting. He never returned. It was six months before her mother, Hamida, discovered he had been taken into the desert and executed.

Life for a family of six women was all-but impossible under a regime in which unaccompanied females were tightly restricted. The girls were unable to go to school, Hamida unable to work. Even play was curtailed. Nadim had only kicked the ball around inside her garden, to play in public was forbidden. She later said she never saw any females playing any sports, adding that, had she stayed she could well have been killed herself for being too independent-minded to conform to such a repressive society.

The family put their savings into escape, being trafficked to Europe via Pakistan and, with forged passports, a flight to Italy. There they were put on a truck expecting to be taken to London, where Hamida had relatives. Several days later the bus stopped, the occupants turfed out. It was not what they expected. They asked a passer-by and found they had been dumped in rural Denmark.