The Alliance Française office in Clarence St, Sydney has this rather half-hearted Marshal Petain World Cup display in their window.
But I got a bit of whiplash the other day, eyeballing it as I sped past on the bus. On account of the fine specimen of Gallic flesh which dominates the centre of le tableaux du crepe papier.
Sebastian Chabal. France No. 8 (? Don’t bother me with details), bearer of a series of colourful nicknames (”Attila, Cartouche, Sea-bass, Caveman, Hulk, the Anesthesiologist, Hobo”) and the anti-Becks of world sport that world sport needs.
Here he is, perhaps captured in the very moment of his creation. Rising fully formed from the primordial waters and ancient granite substrate of his Mousterian homeland.
Ah, mon cherie Sea-bass, you may collapse your scrum on me anytime!
2 responses so far ↓
tigtog // Sep 26, 2007 at 2:34 pm
He’s a fine lump of a man, isn’t he? Love the pic.
Patrick // Sep 28, 2007 at 9:53 am
Here’s two more reasons to love him - Ali William’s broken mandibule and Chris Masoe’s loss of consciousness
(substantially the same videos, the second link is better)
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