would never break the strict Gendarmerie rule against romantic attachments with
junior ranks. Or would he? If the others suspected he was smitten with
Françoise, he was getting into risky territory already. Bruno filed the thought
away as his car climbed the hill to his cottage. Turning the corner, he saw the
faithful Gigi sitting guard at his door.
He took the printout of the thesis with him to bed, turning first to the back
for the chapter headings, and frowning slightly as he saw there was no index.
This could take longer than he thought, but there was an entire chapter on
Marseilles and the Maghreb League, which from its name was presumably composed
of teams and players from North Africa. He lay back and began to read, or at
least he tried to. This was like no prose he had ever read before. The first two
pages were entirely about what previous scholars had written about North African
life in Marseilles and about the theory of sports integration. When he had read
the paragraph three times, he thought he understood it to say that integration
took place when teams of different ethnic groups played one another, but not
when they just played between themselves. That made sense, so why didnt the man
say so?
He battled on. The Maghreb League had been founded in 1937, the year after Leon
Blums Popular Front government came to power with its commitment to social
policy, paid holidays and the forty-hour week. He remembered learning about that
in school. Blum had been Jewish and a Socialist, and his government depended on
Communist votes. There had been a slogan among the rich Better Hitler than
Blum.
The Maghreb League was one of several sporting organisations that had been
started by a group of social workers employed by Blums Ministry of Youth and
Sport. There was also a Catholic Youth League, a Young Socialists league, a
Ligue des Syndicats for the trade unions, and even an Italian League because
south-east France from Nice to the Italian border had been part of the Italian
kingdom of Savoy until 1860. Then the Emperor Louis Napoleon had taken the land
as his reward for going to war against Austria in support of a unified Italy.
Again, Bruno vaguely remembered that from school. But the Young Catholics, Young
Socialists and young trade union members did not want to play against the North
Africans. Only the Italians agreed to play them and this was encouraged by the
Ministry of Sport as a way to integrate both minorities. Some things havent
changed, he thought glumly. But then he caught himself: yes they had. Look at
the French national soccer team that won the World Cup in 1998, captained by
Zidane, a Frenchman from North Africa. And he allowed himself a small glow of
satisfaction at the way the young sportsmen of St Denis had grown out of this
nonsense and played happily with blacks, browns and even young English boys.
The Maghrébins were enthusiastic players but not very skilful, and invariably
lost to the teams of young Italians. So, in the interests of getting better
games the Italians offered to help the North Africans with some coaching. Very
decent of them, thought Bruno. And the main coach for the Italian League was a
player for the Marseilles team called Giulio Villanova.
Bruno sat up in bed. Villanova was the name of the man that Momu had remembered.
This was Momus fathers team! Bruno read on avidly. In those days of amateur
teams before football players could dream of commanding the fantastic salaries
they earned these days, Villanova was happy to coach the Maghreb League in
return for a modest wage from Leon Blums Ministry of Sport. Sounds like
somebody back then had a good idea, thought Bruno, and it would be very pleasant
if somebody were to pay him even a token stipend for all the training he did
with the tennis and rugby minimes. Dream on, Bruno, and besides, you enjoy it.
Under Villanovas coaching, the Maghreb teams became better and better, and some
of them began to win matches. The best team of all was the Oraniens, the boys
from Oran, who won their League championship in March 1940, just before the
German invasion that led to Frances defeat in June and the end of organised
sports for the young North Africans. The chapter went on to analyse the
possibility that, had the war not intervened, the success of the Oraniens and
the Maghreb League might have secured them the chance to play the Catholic and
Socialist Youth and thus begin the process of assimilation.
But Villanova, the social workers, and the players over the age of eighteen had
already been conscripted into the Army. The young Arabs that were left began to
play among themselves informally and the Maghreb League collapsed, leaving only
a memory. Bruno thumbed quickly through the rest of the thesis, looking for
photos or lists of the players names or more references to the Oraniens or
Villanova, but there was nothing. Still, he had the phone number of the author
of the thesis, and that was a lead to be followed up in the morning. Well fed,
well pleased with finding the name of Hamids team, and deeply satisfied at
having evaded Durocs trap for motorists, Bruno turned out his lamp.
He rang the author as soon as he got into his office in the morning. The teacher
of sports history at Montpellier University was intrigued by Brunos question,
delighted that his thesis had turned out to be useful to someone other than
himself and his teaching career, and declared himself eager to help. Bruno
explained that he was involved in a murder inquiry following the death of an
elderly North African called Hamid al-Bakr, who had kept on his wall a
photograph of a football team dated 1940. The police were very interested to
learn more about this, he said. The victims son believed that he had played in
the team and had been coached by Villanova, and since the victim had been
holding the ball when the photo was taken, he was either the captain or the star
of the team. Was there any more information?
Well, I think I have a list of team names in my research notes, said the
teacher. I wanted to check whether any of the players became famous after the
war, but none of them seemed to make it into the professional teams in France.
They may have done so back in North Africa, but I had no funds to take my
researches over there.
Can you find the team list for the Oraniens in 1940? And do you have any team
photos? Bruno asked. Or anything more on Villanova that seems to be the only
name we have.
Ill have to check, but it wont be until I get home this evening. My research
notes are stored there and I have to teach all day. I do have some photos, but
Im not sure if theyd be relevant. Ill check. And Villanova seems to have
dropped out of sporting life during the war. He doesnt reappear on any team
lists that I came across, nor at the Ministry of Sports when it re-opened in
1945. Ill call you back this evening. Okay?
Bruno hung up, telling himself he was probably following a false trail. Still,
the disappearance of that photo was one of the only clues they had and he
thought
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