Sunday the studio is closed. Saturday, if the stands have been singing, the room waits for heads still warm. It isn't merchandising. It's the neighbourhood walking in and sitting down.
Samir doesn't ask the score. He looks at the nape. A fade after the stadium has to hold the helmet, the wind off the avenue, the scooter. It has to be a cut that walks.
Outside they shout. Inside we cut. Then back outside, clean line, zero explanation.