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Photos and words by Alexis De Tarade
This year’s Atlantic Cup was a joyful two days spent on the football fields around Biarritz, on the beach and in a family vacation center with a pool, ping-pong, Pelota Basque and mini golf. The clean halls of the sleeping quarters had a feeling of a retirement home. It made sense by the end of the two days of football as we waddled by in pain and waved at each other like we will live here forever.
PJ getting ready for the crew shot.
The tournaments duration was cut down a little do to the pains endured during the tournament’s previous 3-day version. But, sprangs, twists, bruises and burns were still something to deal with, Tiger Balm is still your best friend and sea salt and beer heals everything here at the Atlantic.
Sarrameda with another wild move. Some sort of break dance freeze this time.
Each team brings their own style and flavor. The French bring the fury. The Spanish bring precision and amazing goalie action. The Basques bringing the heat. The Germans are always consistent. Finland is full of persistence. No one can beat the UK’s camaraderie. The Surfer’s team had the endurance. And our team, the Media, we lost everything, including some knees and toes.
Hamish rolled up high class with some white wine at 11am.
The tournament was intense but the final face-off of the tournament was the veterans from France vs. the fresh lungs of the new Surfer team. But in the end, PJ, Crepel & Guilhem was a front line too fierce and they left the Surfer’s net flying as they filled it with enough goals to send them back to the waves. So after all the matches, the French hold the king’s spot on the mountain for this winter year but after next snow melt they will have to fight off a new onslaught of mediocre international football invasion from all sides of the globe.
The French had the right to party... And they did, in the pool!
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UK squad we’re looking solid under Captain Whopper Cock's command.
Fidel Alonso was not on the field due to injury but he made sure the team could hear him.
Ben Thomas-Javid meditating on the ball.
Koski was tying his shoes.
Arnica and Tiger Balm flowed like butter on our bodies anticipating for pain.
Watch out for Guilhem and his tiny dick because there’s huge balls hiding behind it.
Will Graham was ready like Leonidas to take on the world in goalie for Media & Finland.
In the horizon we could see Spain that was full fuego. They we’re trying to tell us, « You going down! »
The games we’re off! Media we’re up against the Basque team. Media got left in the dust.
Then we lost previous Method intern, Thrilly, when his knee with no ligaments started wobbling.
The Germans showing the Basque that they can take down walls as well as they build them.
This is the look your face when you finish a game at the Atlantic Cup. It’s intense!
Some super humans like Alex Tank just smile through all the pain and just keep firing through the tournament.
Water was brought back from Antartica for us to drink. We needed it.
Former Method French Editor, Mathieu Giraud, not trying to share his shade with Xav & PJ.
Thrilly livestreaming his knee cap to his friends in Norway.
Paolo the team’s Italian hopeful busted a toe in the first game, but kept playing through the day.
I was just laying around taking pictures and being useless on the pitch, as usual.
Alex under the sun for the start of Day 2 sporting Basque colors
Thais is the only chick playing in the event but had a killer 80’s playing for the enthused boys
Florent coming in for pinch on Hamish’s little brioche.
Tom Guilmard twisting his ankle and about to get tripped up all at once. This is going to feel good!
Ed Leigh is the the whistle master and doesn’t let fouls slide!
Sarrameda blasting off into the semis when they found themselves back in the face-off of last year’s finals ready for revenge.
Basque defense rolled in like a swell of waves.
Momal tossing one in.
Crepel from the corner.
Crepel breaking away for the win.
The Basque guys reacting in frustration, « Arraioa! Kaka zaharra! »
If you can get into his goal, you can get into his heart.
Bourbous doing his laundry in between matches. Gotta be fresh!
Gido going up against the UK’s French Driver’s intense defense but the Germans secured 4rd.
Finland went up against the Basque for 3rd. Ilmo was not going to let podium get away.
When the ball is in the air people do strange things and make funny faces.
See what I mean!
Stenti toasting Alex with the barefoot poke
PJ charging in the finals with France vs. The Surfers
« Tiny Dick » Gilhem was hard to get a hold of and sent it straight to the goal.
Everyone wanted to touch tiny dick after he scored!
The French we’re unstoppable! Bourbous taking the foot and ball to face.
The French celebrated like it was 1998. Bravo for the win!
A little sideline surf on an electric Mellow Board being enjoyed by Nico Ciriego after the game.
Post-game analysis and claims being dropped for next season at the Beach House.
France had the right to party.
Bottom’s up out of the Atlantic Cup for PJ.
Peace Out from Sébastien Konijnenberg in fresh new Adidas track suit.
Ed Leigh killing the swelling in his knees with a swell in the seas on the final day. Au revoir