Not so long ago, every time the Blues put a cleat on a lawn, we invariably asked ourselves: “What will happen to them? Today, the question has become: "What can happen to them?" A single word reversed the meaning of the question. A single word, which sums up a path traveled at lightning speed, a complete metamorphosis that few imagined possible. These fragile little roosters, subject to the slightest external disturbances under the mandates of Philippe Saint-André, Guy Novès and Jacques Brunel, were transformed, in barely two years, into a sort of thirty-legged monster, ferocious and hungry, devouring everything in its path.
