WooootttWOOOOOOOO! The noise carries across the two practice fields, where some Paris Saint-Germain players are finishing an early September workout with an informal game of five-on-four. It breaches the fences that surround the practice complex, permeates the offices of the administration building beyond. WoooootttWOOOOOOOO! If you are nearby, you can't help but hear it.
It is a noise of exuberance, a noise of joy, a noise that seemed delightfully inappropriate for world football's carefully scripted soundtrack. Every few minutes, it shatters the tranquility of Camp des Loges, PSG's training ground in tidy Saint-Germain-en-Laye, beyond the Paris perimeter.