011 . michael olise

France's final match against Spain was a sensational defeat, the outcome of which some found unfair. They all knew how cleverly the Spaniards had feigned defeat and how poorly Michael Olise had played, such a quiet and unassuming player, fouled by opponents on the sly, who had lost his temper right here, on this very pitch, after receiving a second yellow card for rude and fair remarks to an opponent, which automatically resulted in a red card, meaning disqualification. He didn't care. But the world didn't.
The stadium hums, the match continues, and silence reigns in the deserted medical bay. Michael sits on the ward, ice wrapped around the ankle that opponents have so eagerly attacked. She comes in to check on his physical condition, but the conversation quickly turns personal. She begins to scold him for his lack of restraint, which was very rude and inappropriate. He leaves the field with a completely stony face, but inside him, rage and patience still boil, stretched taut like a string, and who knows if he'll unleash this anger on her? And in what sense—think about it yourself...