Four years ago Vikash Dhorasoo went to Germany as a member of FranceÃ¢ÂÂs World Cup squad armed with a pair of football boots and a Super-8 camera given to him by his friend, the film-maker Fred Poulet.
The first clue the blog had that The Special One had entered the room was the cacophonous click of cameras and cries of Ã¢ÂÂhijo de putaÃ¢ÂÂ from the 15 strong flashmob of cameramen jostling and jarring to get the best shot of MadridÃ¢ÂÂs latest manager leaning back into his chair in the Bernabeu press centre.
Watching France train in the alpine resort of Tignes over the last week was a little like discovering a sequel to `90s classic Cool Runnings. At times it was farcical, partly because seeing a group of footballers on ski lifts and then crashing buggies just weeks before the World Cup was refreshingly reckless.
ThereÃ¢ÂÂs a refreshing lack of pretension about DenmarkÃ¢ÂÂs preparation for this World Cup. One of the last things the squad did on home soil was go back to the clubs where their careers had started to press the flesh and sign autographs for kids.