The night Paris learned to dream out loud.
By the time the final whistle pierced the Saint-Denis dusk on 12 July 1998, the myth of the fragile France team had been buried beneath three goals, eighty thousand voices and one simple truth: France football had at last written its own World-Cup gospel. A nation long haunted by near-misses and penalty heartbreak found salvation through the heads of Zidane and the left foot of Petit, parading the trophy like a newfound accent of national pride.
Aimé Jacquet’s XI—now immortalised on the delightful France 1998 print—was a table-football tableau of unlikely harmony. In goal, Fabien Barthez, the bald monk from Marseille, kissed Laurent Blanc on the forehead before every kick-off; Blanc, suspended for the final, later joked, “I gave Fabien my luck, but he kept my hair.” Lilian Thuram, scorer of the semi-final brace, confessed years later he could not feel his legs in the tunnel: “I looked at Marcel Desailly—he winked. That was enough.”
Moments that still hum beneath the nation’s skin: Didier Deschamps sprinting to the corner flag at full time, waving an invisible tricolore; Youri Djorkaeff sticking out his tongue at cameras, quoting Cantona’s “seagulls” line under his breath; Emmanuel Petit telling Zizou on 90 + 3, “If you run, I run,” before covering 70 metres to make it 3-0.
Brazil arrived with Ronaldo’s mystery migraine and Romário’s absent genius, yet France tore the script apart. In the 27th minute, Zidane rose like an exclamation mark to meet Djorkaeff’s corner; six minutes later, he repeated the gesture, a copy-and-paste header that announced a new hierarchy beneath the giant arch of the Stade de France. The second half became a national countdown, each tick another fracture in decades of self-doubt.
Even the substitutes played their cameo: Christophe Dugarry, itching to enter, told Jacquet, “Boss, my mother’s in the stands—she wants a photo with the cup.” Jacquet replied, deadpan, “Win it first.” They did, and the photo came out slightly blurred—history seldom stays still for the lens.
Today, that symmetry of 4-3-2-1 lives on in paper and ink. The soccer poster depicts Barthez (16) isolated up top, the Thuram-Leboeuf-Desailly-Lizarazu barricade, Karembeu-Zidane-Deschamps-Petit as a diamond of grit and grace, Guivarc’h and Djorkaeff poised on the front rod. Hang this slice of football wall art above a desk or beside the television, and you will hear the Marseillaise drifting through open windows on a July night that refuses to fade.
Bring home the story of a nation that finally dared to dance on the world’s biggest stage: the France 1998 print is waiting to remind you that some matches never finish—they simply take up residence on your wall.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
The night Paris learned to dream out loud.
By the time the final whistle pierced the Saint-Denis dusk on 12 July 1998, the myth of the fragile France team had been buried beneath three goals, eighty thousand voices and one simple truth: France football had at last written its own World-Cup gospel. A nation long haunted by near-misses and penalty heartbreak found salvation through the heads of Zidane and the left foot of Petit, parading the trophy like a newfound accent of national pride.
Aimé Jacquet’s XI—now immortalised on the delightful France 1998 print—was a table-football tableau of unlikely harmony. In goal, Fabien Barthez, the bald monk from Marseille, kissed Laurent Blanc on the forehead before every kick-off; Blanc, suspended for the final, later joked, “I gave Fabien my luck, but he kept my hair.” Lilian Thuram, scorer of the semi-final brace, confessed years later he could not feel his legs in the tunnel: “I looked at Marcel Desailly—he winked. That was enough.”
Moments that still hum beneath the nation’s skin: Didier Deschamps sprinting to the corner flag at full time, waving an invisible tricolore; Youri Djorkaeff sticking out his tongue at cameras, quoting Cantona’s “seagulls” line under his breath; Emmanuel Petit telling Zizou on 90 + 3, “If you run, I run,” before covering 70 metres to make it 3-0.
Brazil arrived with Ronaldo’s mystery migraine and Romário’s absent genius, yet France tore the script apart. In the 27th minute, Zidane rose like an exclamation mark to meet Djorkaeff’s corner; six minutes later, he repeated the gesture, a copy-and-paste header that announced a new hierarchy beneath the giant arch of the Stade de France. The second half became a national countdown, each tick another fracture in decades of self-doubt.
Even the substitutes played their cameo: Christophe Dugarry, itching to enter, told Jacquet, “Boss, my mother’s in the stands—she wants a photo with the cup.” Jacquet replied, deadpan, “Win it first.” They did, and the photo came out slightly blurred—history seldom stays still for the lens.
Today, that symmetry of 4-3-2-1 lives on in paper and ink. The soccer poster depicts Barthez (16) isolated up top, the Thuram-Leboeuf-Desailly-Lizarazu barricade, Karembeu-Zidane-Deschamps-Petit as a diamond of grit and grace, Guivarc’h and Djorkaeff poised on the front rod. Hang this slice of football wall art above a desk or beside the television, and you will hear the Marseillaise drifting through open windows on a July night that refuses to fade.
Bring home the story of a nation that finally dared to dance on the world’s biggest stage: the France 1998 print is waiting to remind you that some matches never finish—they simply take up residence on your wall.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
