So I put my hand up.
And that road came off its hinges.
It went up in a way it had not gone up all afternoon, not for Bounou and not for Hakimi, a noise that started where I was looking and went both ways down that boulevard until I could hear it coming back at me off buildings 400 metres behind the bus.
A man on a barrier below me had both fists in the air and his eyes shut.
2 lads got a third one up on their shoulders so he could see over, and he was pointing at me with both hands and shouting something I will never know the words to.
A woman on a balcony 3 floors up took the flag off her own railing and threw it, and it did not reach the bus and she did not care, and she stood there with nothing to wave and waved anyway.
"DAN-NY WALSH! DAN-NY WALSH!"
I kept the arm up for the next 40 minutes. I could not have told you why. Every time it came down that noise came looking for it.
The flowers started in the 2nd hour.
