Ribéry suddenly let out a loud scream, alarming all the tenants in the house. They stood on the stairs and looked in puzzlement at the lad with the knife scar on his face, who was spinning in circles and screaming repeatedly. The fat landlady squeezed to the front from behind the crowd and shouted in a louder voice than Ribéry to calm him down. Ribéry finally stopped his madness.
"Franck, what is wrong with you?" asked the landlady.
Ribéry shouted, "I'm going to Britain, I'm going to the United Kingdom!"
"Britain? Isn't it just across the sea? What are you going to do over there?" asked a tall, lanky man who was in his underpants.
"Play football! Play professional football!!" Just from thinking about that call and a future in England, Ribéry's face was bunched up in excitement. "I... I'm going to invite you all to dinner! And drinks! I want to celebrate!"
