When his spikes dig in and then slip in the muddy earth of this rain-soaked pitch, this player could say to himself that there's no hope, that it's too hard. In reality, all he can think about is moving forward. He runs, stumbles and falls. His clothes are covered in mud and his face distorted by the effort. Despite this, his eyes shine when the oval he threw in his fall reaches his partner's hands. They shine when it crosses the field like a warhead, dodging the obstacles that lie in its path and triumphing in this collective feat.