5 April 1997 Does anyone recall certain whistles, eggs and strolls? Did that occur here or somewhere else? Did we not dream that merry racket, those strolls and standing in the rain, snow, wind, frost; that persistent obstinacy and hope, those cordons, batons, beatings and that victory which one man paid for with his life, […]

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