John Ribot-de-Bresac.
Pfft.
As if he would have got a start anywhere if it wasn't for the gallant heroics of his dad, Jean-Paul-Henry-Claude Ribot-de-Bresac when he played for the mighty Peugot-Renaults in the strong Lyon inter comp in the late 60s.
He did like a hyphen.
Their team song was a joy to observe. Sung with the gusto that only a Frenchman can muster.
The words are distant, and washed away with the years . . . but I remember the chorus " Vroom Vroom, break down, francs francs, Vroom Vroom.
I'm pretty sure that the great Remi Casty's 2/3 great uncle, Attache le lure and Casty, also played in that team as well.
Of course his name lure is pronounced lee-yerr, from the French, meaning artificial bait.
I vividly recall the hijinx and towel snaps in the shower room afterwards, 15 hairy Frenchmen nude and wet. though the counsellor is working her way through those with me.
She has me on a course of a new Ritalin-esque drug to reduce the vividity of my recollections.