The kind of party we would have liked never to live. A text that we would have preferred never to write. Unfortunately, this Friday the 13th decided otherwise. A Friday where Paris has bled like never before.

The day had started well. We were talking about the 8th UWCL, the Elite U19 Tour, while continuing to prepare other things. We were there as carefree as every other day. In the evening, football fans had the right to a clash at the top between France and Germany. The people in front of the match did not all realize what was happening. Three explosions sound in the first period, as if an agricultural bomb had exploded. The French have also won the game (2-0), but all this is insignificant and quickly passes in the background when you learn the tragedy that is happening.

It should have been a nice evening, but it turned into a nightmare. 80,000 people imprisoned in the Stade de France waiting to be evacuated, when they should have been there in the stands to talk about the match, the debate between Giroud and Benzema.

Further in the heart of Paris, shootings broke out. We hear quickly about dead, wounded. We stay there, stunned in front of our screens, realizing what is happening. We begin to take news of our loved ones, those we know. One thinks of the people who at the moment in Paris were in the street or close to the places, and who for many started to run, to escape all this atrocity.

The horror continues with the news that the sold-out Bataclan is being held hostage. Some information filters, like what they are killing everyone inside. Improbable an hour ago. Then there remains fear, fear, incomprehension, anger.

An evening that you like to reassure our loved ones, friends, some even having the chance to see those present on the scene get by and come back. For others ... The rage is rising. Then weeping. That's when we see the United States, England, Germany and all the rest of the world trying to comfort us. Comfort that seems vain and derisory and yet so important.

This evening, despite the atrocity observed, will never stop our passion. Whether it's sports or journalism, there are not a few lost people who will stop life here. It will never go out and will eventually regain the upper hand. A thought to the police, the firefighters, the doctors and all those who are there to protect us and who did not sleep yesterday to help us.

Some say that we must continue as before. "Show must go on" as others say too. But nothing will be the same after this evening and it will be hard to recover. More than usual. But we will never let them take our envy, our passion, our freedom. This will allow us to move forward, united, together.

This Friday was bloody yes. A black Friday that we prefer to forget. A black Friday which will have to get up again.