What a weird game. 4-1 Les Bleus. And yet it felt like Norway had all the pressure and France could barely put a chance together. It comes down to a tale of two keepers. Theirs was crap. Beaten by three long distance shots, none of which were particularly unsaveable and a header that again wasn’t exactly in the corner. (He was very handy off his line in his defence.) Ours? Magic. Magic Mike again. A penalty save and more than a few great saves, just as Norway were building pressure. But it’s a good day when you can play indifferently and win 4-1. How ironic that, having wanted Deschamps gone for the last 8 years because he was squandering the talent in the team, now that he’s going he’s got the team purring. One last dance together, DD.