Kombouaré recalls his tears during PSG v Inter Milan

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·28 décembre 2025

Kombouaré recalls his tears during PSG v Inter Milan

Former player and coach of Paris Saint-Germain, Antoine Kombouaré experienced the Parisian evening with rare intensity during the Champions League final between PSG and Inter Milan. Present as a commentator for M6, the Kanak couldn’t hold back his tears at the achievement of a club he served for twelve years, as he revealed in Le Parisien. A victory felt as if it belonged to every generation of PSG.

Kombouaré: “While commentating, I thought of all those generations who worked so hard to build PSG”

“With every goal, I stood up. It was impossible to stay seated. I shouted with joy. I had tears in my eyes,” explained the Kanak. “You know, I spent twelve years at this club. Twelve years of a lifetime. Player, reserve team coach, and even the first head coach of the Qatari era. While commentating, I thought of all those generations who worked so hard to build PSG. And I don’t forget those who are never mentioned: the kit men.”

Kombouaré: “I cried at the stadium and I own it”

I cried at the stadium and I own it. When I saw those kids running everywhere to hug each other. I was happy for Marquinhos, who had lived through the hell of the remontada. And I was able to go down onto the pitch afterwards. I exchanged a few words with Luis Enrique and Nasser. We were all Parisians. Nasser gently said to me: Thank you coach, it’s with you, you’re part of the family. Simple words, but they warm the heart.”

This emotion is not fabricated. It’s raw, almost physical, because it was fed by the wait. Years of hoping without daring to fully believe, of enduring disappointments, cruel nights, broken promises. When Paris Saint-Germain finally reaches this summit, everything comes flooding back. The joys held in, the anger suppressed, the silences after painful defeats.

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This great day doesn’t just belong to the players or the staff, it belongs to the supporters who held on, sometimes against the tide, sometimes mocked, often impatient. The wait gave weight to every shout, every tear, every embrace in the stands or in front of a screen. Without this journey through the desert, the emotion wouldn’t have had such depth. It’s precisely because it took time that this joy is so profound, so collective, so impossible to contain. A liberation more than just a victory.

This article was translated into English by Artificial Intelligence. You can read the original version in 🇫🇷 here.