But still we didn’t do anything. I was with a bunch of friends and none of us were looking at our cell phones. Then towards the end of the match our friends started phoning.
The match went on to the 90th minute. By then you had the sense that everyone had the information about what was going on. Everyone was silent. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. It was horrible.
Some people started to leave but we thought it was safer to stay inside the stadium to begin with.
But then we decided to leave. Outside there were no police at all. Just people panicking. There were rumours there was a shooter, people were running in all directions. This girl fell over in front of me.
A few hundred of us ran back inside the stadium. We waited for a while then left again.
When we got to the main street, there were lots of paramilitary police; it was really well managed then. We went to the Gare de Saint-Denis to take the train back to my home on the Rue de Charonne.
Then I got a call from my girlfriend, she’d been trying to reach me for ages. She told me not to go home – there were shootings in the Rue de Charonne. It was horrific.
So I went back to the east of Paris with my friend. I’m OK now but it’s so awful what’s happening near my home. It’s completely shocking. I’m shaking.