Ticket. Oasis, Giroud, Bayrou: find the odd one out!

They no longer spoke to each other, or only through the media, exchanging "fuck off!" like others exchanging "your mother!", because if Gallagher rhymes with brothers, beers and Manchester, it also rhymes with vulgar. And that, of course, was when they weren't hitting each other. Seeing the band Oasis on stage again, we no longer believed in it. And yet they were there, shattering records, shaking the rock planet. Live Forever, says the song. Live forever. And don't look back with anger, smile instead: the bank accounts are filling up. Noel has even just expressed all the good things he thinks of Liam, his boisterous brother: "I'm proud of him, I'd forgotten how funny he was, he's great." Incredible but true.

We didn't believe it either. He had outlived his time. We had loved each other so much, especially for a few summers. He who had begun his career in anonymity, not cut out for the top level according to his Grenoble coach. He who was coming off a rotten season in a country, the United States, where football is played with the hands. From dawn to dusk and in between, for Olivier Giroud , the soft light of a great career, but always the shadow of criticism, too much of this, not enough of that, too slow, not Benzema. And so there he was, the league's top scorer, once again a topic of debate on the evening shows where some are considering his return to Les Bleus. Incredible but true.

Oasis, Giroud... And why not François Bayrou , the Rocky of politics, the eternal challenger from Béarn, finally in the ring, the chance of a lifetime, but who takes a beating, right, left, it's coming from everywhere. Unbalanced fight, country in debt, Assembly without a majority. He is the unpopular leader of an equally unpopular government, stuck in the ropes of a possible censure, every day closer to going to the mat. Maybe miracles do exist, yes. But in this story, the only one who still believes in them is him.