We played the final return leg in Aarhus, because the arena there was bigger than in Viborg. We beat Krim by one on aggregate. And there we were, on top of the world.
The moment I stepped onto the podium was a moment of huge joy, huge pride.
“Damn, I’ve done it,” I said to myself.
I felt like disappointing my mum when I left home at 17 to move to Paris. Finally, it was all worth it. Like the hours of videos that I put myself through, studying every player I faced.
It also meant that I had made the right choice moving to Denmark to find something else. Somehow, the circle was completed.
This season built friendships and relationships that would last a long time. We had such a team at this time.
In 2008, I made the decision to move back to France. To a club playing in the fourth division.
It was all about, once again, helping Nice to develop, helping them to grow.
What struck me more was the enthusiasm of my teammates. When you are away, in another country, you sometimes don’t realise the status that you get at home, because you’re away most of the time.
And I could see the look in their eyes saying: “She is a world champion, and she is with us, playing handball.”
But I was fine with that, that was my decision. It was fun, signing autographs after the game and meeting the fans and all.