HUGO LLORIS believes France's friendly against England will be a time to show 'solidarity' following the terror attacks that rocked Paris.
Didier Deschamps' side have made the trip to London despite the horrific attacks on Friday night that went on during their 2-0 win over Germany.
Talk of Tuesday's game (8.00pm) being called off were rife, however, the decision came from the French Football Federation to go ahead.
And France captain Lloris believes it will be a time for the two teams to come together and show character in the face of adversity.
"The president made the best decision, I think, to play this game," he said.
"Of course we are human and we had doubts, whether to play or not, to go home or stay together. But I think it was well managed by the coach and the technical staff.
"The last three days were a bit dramatic. We were in mourning all together, we spent some time at Clairefontaine [the national football academy].
"We will try to escape from it for one hour and 30 minutes. There will be a lot of emotion from the players, but it will be a great moment of solidarity.
"It will be an opportunity for us to show character and share this moment with all the English people.
France arrived to find Wembley's arch lit up in the red, white and blue of their national flag in a fitting tribute.
And the words of their national anthem La Marseillaise will be displayed on the screens to encourage all fans to join together in singing it before the game.
Regarding the anthem, Lloris said: "We will sing that together and share in that moment.
LYRICS TO LA MARSEILLAISE
Le jour de gloire est arrive!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'etendard sanglant est leve,
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces feroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
The English translation reads:
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts
To arms citizens
Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows
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