WC - France
France
Profile
Crest:
Association: Fédération Française de Football (French Football Federation)
Nickname: Les Bleus ("The Blues"); L'Équipe Tricolore ("The Tri-color Team")
Head Coach: Raymond Domenech
Captain: Thierry Henry
History
The France national football team was created in 1904, around the same time of FIFA's foundation. France won their first World Cup in 1998 (...against Brazil) as hosts, and made it to the finals of 2006 World Cup, but was defeated by Italy in the penalty shootout. France had a difficult time during the World Cup's qualifying matches, but they made it after defeating Ireland.
National Anthem
Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé,
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !
Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
De traîtres, de rois conjurés ?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ?
Français, pour nous, ah ! quel outrage
Quels transports il doit exciter !
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage !
Aux armes, citoyens...
Quoi ! des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers !
Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers !
Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées !
Aux armes, citoyens...
Tremblez, tyrans et vous perfides
L'opprobre de tous les partis,
Tremblez ! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix !
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prêts à se battre !
Aux armes, citoyens...
Français, en guerriers magnanimes,
Portez ou retenez vos coups !
Épargnez ces tristes victimes,
À regret s'armant contre nous.
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,
Mais ces complices de Bouillé,
Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié,
Déchirent le sein de leur mère !
Aux armes, citoyens...
Amour sacré de la Patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Liberté, Liberté chérie,
Combats avec tes défenseurs !
Sous nos drapeaux que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents,
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire !
Aux armes, citoyens...
Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus,
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre
Aux armes, citoyens...
Come, children of the Fatherland (Homeland),
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, Tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised,
Do you hear in the countryside
Those ferocious soldiers roaring?
They come up to your arms
To slit the throats of your sons and wives!
To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
May an impure blood
Water our furrows!
What does this horde of slaves,
Of traitors and conjured kings want?
For whom are these ignoble trammels,
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What fury it must arouse!
It is we whom they dare plan
To return to ancient slavery!
To arms, citizens...
What! Foreign cohorts
Would make law in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would strike down our proud warriors!
Great God ! By chained hands
Our heads would bow under the yoke
Vile despots would become
The masters of our destinies!
To arms, citizens...
Tremble, tyrants and you traitors
The shame of all parties,
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will finally receive their prizes!
Everyone is a soldier to combat you
If they fall, our young heroes,
The earth produces new ones,
Against you, all ready to fight!
To arms, citizens...
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sorry victims,
Arming against us with regrets.
But these bloodthirsty despots,
But these accomplices of Bouillé,
All these tigers who, mercilessly,
Rip their mother's breast!
To arms, citizens...
Sacred love of the Fatherland,
Lead, support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished Liberty,
Fight with thy defenders!
Under our flags, shall victory
Hurry to thy manly accents,
Shall thy expiring enemies,
See thy triumph and our glory!
To arms, citizens...
We shall enter in the (military) career
When our elders are no longer there,
There we shall find their dust
And the trace of their virtues
Much less jealous to survive them
Than to share their coffins,
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or following them
To arms, citizens...
Star Player
Full name: Thierry Daniel Henry
Date of birth: 17 August 1977 (32)
Place of birth: Les Ulis, Essonne, France
Playing position: Striker/Winger
But my favourite in France is Yoann Gourcuff, for obvious reasons jsdhflJKSDHFL.;V,M/knçldkfhnha ;D
There was something really strange with my Photoshop, so I'll bring France Icons later... D: Maybe I'll just do the profiles and then post the icons of the teams in another post? I dunno. I have to see what the hell happened with my PS first. >_> I think I'll have to re-install it. Damn. D: