My eyes were burning as tear gas hit the streets of Paris... and joyful celebrations of European glory escalated into shameful riots that engulfed the city until dawn, writes JAMES SHARPE

A car drove through the cloud followed by a man on a bicycle, who immediately veered towards the pavement. Around the same time, my eyes suddenly burned white hot.

The white smoke drifted towards us across the intersection of Boulevard Mourat and Place de la Porte Molitor. The Roland Garros clay remained a few hundred yards behind while the blue stampede from t…