Saturday, October 29, 6:15 p.m. A foodtruck parked there on the forecourt of Ekinox winks at us, and the stopping of the cigarette also has something to do with it. Ekinox? Food truck? Welcome to Bourg-en-Bresse, prefecture of 01 and world capital of basketball for a few hours.
Did Victor Wembanyama’s arrival in Bourg-en-Bresse make everyone in Ain lose their heads? Maybe so, because as soon as we arrived a strange atmosphere reigned around the room.
(They still tried everything to stop Victor). pic.twitter.com/wNQ7GjeZ7R
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We are told in the headset that the JL Bourg Basket had decided to rely on magic to beat the Metropolitans, in the second headset we are told that it was Harry Potter evening at Ekinox and that all that gave rise all evening to incredible happenings, as long as you come once in a while to the room… as long as there are funny things happening there.
But back to our sheep or rather our giraffe. 6:30 p.m., the Espoirs match ends and the talent of Bilal Coulibaly was not enough to thwart the Burgian collective, and a few meters from me is the Unicorn. First sensation, Victor is as big as the rumor says. Personal trainer, small exercises to warm up, Vic sprints on all fours between the entrance to the locker room and the bench, it looks like my son during his judo initiation but let’s move on. He is huge, but at the same time seems to still be… a baby. Fifteen minutes eye to eye with him, except that he doesn’t look at me but we understood each other, fifteen minutes where I won’t respond to any sign of people coming to greet me, quite practical when you know that no one came.
Barely time to recover from the emotions experienced than the match begins… STOP, that’s wrong, because an evening at the gym without your cold six-euro panini is not a real evening at the gym. We meet some friends in the corridors, so you come to see the great Victor Alabamenga, we’ll applaud him when he’s in the NBA huh, tonight he’s going to take a fare like the others.
Ha ha ha
Warming up, team photo for the day of the refereeing, ah, my mother has arrived and is waving at me right in front. Start of the match, start of the show, it’s maybe the last time I’ll see him so close so let’s take advantage of it, and you yourself know that I’m not talking regarding Maxime Courby, as venerable as he is.
The match which will be, oh luck, a huge match, from its minute 1 to its minute… 45, five more because the referees and Alexandre Chassang the Mets decided at the very end of the match that they would not leave Bresse empty-handed. A huge big up to the local heroes of the evening, to an untenable Pierre Pelos in the second half, to an Axel Julien who put Curry in his pocket in the firstbut on October 29, the day of the big premiere for the NBA App in France, it is Vincent Collet’s players who will leave with the sheet.
Hugo Besson well underrated because much more than a simple shooter, Tremont Waters as a brick thrower transformed into a game changer at the end of the match, Bandja Sy at high altitude, all that was finally in place, taking the aspiration of the great Vic, and so it’s time to tell you a bit regarding his match, because we remind you that basically that’s kind of what we came for.
how are you 23 points, 10 rebounds, 4 blocks. 7/12 shooting and 9/10 throwing, 0/3 parking but nothing missed or almost below. The impression left? The giant is already playing like a veteran, well helped by the star calls that he knows very well how to buy from elsewhere. Launched it is a machine and only faults stop it, in the post still of the taf but snippets of a future unplayable attacker, and in defense of the endless arms capable of countering any attempt at 3-points, making the taking initiative… initiatory. Too big, too lively, too everything, and the whistles of an audience not accustomed to living this kind of demo won’t change anythingthe intensity and the scenario of the match further pushing Victor Wembanyama to indulge in a little trashtalking, so we are getting closer to the perfect player.
In the end, a rather psychedelic evening, in front of the shadow of a giant still very far from what he can accomplish but at the same time already… so far from the others, so different. It was Victor Wembanyama in Bourg-en-Bresse, in front of the NBA cameras, or rather in front of the LNB camera bought by the NBA, and in a few years I will be able to tell myself that I was there. And that night I ate a cold Panini because of Harry Potter, or something.
