14/07/2026
My best French friend told me — twice in one week — "you're French now, so you have to like football."
This is by far the best compliment I've received in the 5 summers we've lived in France, especially because she would not say it if she didn't mean it. I took it very seriously and watched my first match with her that same week.
Ben doesn't have what he calls the "sports gene" so I haven't been subjected to years of watching every sport imaginable. Thankfully, because I don't have the gene either. We would watch three 49ers American football games a season, but really only if they were winning.
So when my friend informed me it was time to embrace football, I sat down expecting to be polite for an hour and then play on my phone. Instead, I was completely hooked by halftime, which surprised no one more than me. It turns out the game moves much faster, which builds excitement much more than the American counterpart, and even though the goals themselves are far less frequent, that somehow makes each one feel enormous when it finally happens.
My favorite part though isn't even the match, it's the sound of Saumur erupting in cheers a half-second after I do, as if the entire town is cheering for France alongside me. It feels like camaraderie. It feels like I finally belong in my community.
Today happens to be the fourteenth of July, which most Americans call Bastille Day, though if you say that phrase to a French person, you will likely be met with a polite and thoroughly confused smile. Here it is simply Fête Nationale, marking the storming of the Bastille prison back in 1789 and the spark that lit the French Revolution, though the holiday itself was established in 1880 as a celebration of national unity and the Republic.
The entire country usually celebrates with parades, balls, and fireworks, but this year is extra special. France will face Spain, a historic rivalry, tonight at 9pm for a spot in the World Cup final.
If the match stays within regulation time, the final whistle should land almost exactly when Saumur's own fireworks begin lighting up the sky -- the perfect way to celebrate if -- no WHEN -- we win!
Allez Les Bleus !!! 🇫🇷 Bonne fête nationale ! 🇫🇷
This photo is from one of my favorite le foot memories so far, a glass of wine on a café terrace, cheering along with a whole row of strangers as if we'd known each other for years. The photo is a little out of focus, but so was I by the time this was taken, so I think it's fair.
Will you be watching tonight?