Sports are often defined by the people who go and watch them as much as those actually doing them. Association football springs to mind in particular, the various fan tribes being as much the defining factor of the match day experience than any passage of play or venue. Hundreds of thousands of Britons’ entire lives are defined by the weekend rhythms of home and away fixtures, a turbulent pastiche of Stone Island hooligan wear, pints, frying onions, an uneasy marriage of purposeful bigotry with prawn sandwich indifference, the one-eyed outrage of radio phone ins in traffic jams. Near the other end of spectrum is Wimbledon. A crowd very well represented by women of a certain age, who rather than follow tennis, actually focus in specifically on the goings on for a fortnight at the All England Tennis Club in SW19. They mightn’t be able to name the quarter finalists at that year’s Australian Open, but there’s nothing they couldn’t tell you about Pimms, strawberries, Tiger Tim, Murray Mound, Sir Cliff, etc. Not so much devotees to the sport as absolutely fanatical about one particular tournament. Head to Twickers, where you’ll find 90 thousand pale, Cotton Trader top, bootleg jean n’ Timberland, Torygraph-reading, velcro walleted, ‘No bloody sleep on tour!’ bores. Possibly. But who actually goes to World Surf League CT events in Europe to watch them? Core surf fans? Incidental beach go-ers? Autograph/selfie hunters? We decided to investigate.
Nearly Naked People Nudity and sport have had some great moments. Usually, though they are dramatic, fleeting and culminate in arrest. Like almost everything, the pics are always better, always more iconic from the 70’s when there was so much more hair, both curtains and rug, so to speak. These days, TV broadcast directors have been briefed not to show any of it, so a plucky Test match lad or maybe throng of Russian feminists, barely make it on screen. Surfing is a bit different, though. You can be almost naked for 10 hours a day in the middle of a big crowd, on TV, so to speak. Like really nearly naked. I’d love to see what would happen if someone actually went the whole hog and streaked the Quik Pro France. If security dudes in muscle tops and boardshorts would rugby tackle? If a Gendarme would use their beret to cover the bush? Probably not though, seeing as the event is held at a beach where people routinely go nekid. Maybe it’s ok to be nude so long as your stationary, and it only becomes a public order offence when a comedic jog, jig, or cartwheel is added. I’d love to know.
Young Families There probably aren’t many sporting events in the universe that young parents decide to bring babies and toddlers to as much as a surf comp. You’ve got to admire the gumption of the surf comp going young family. Despite all the odds, despite the heavily continental climate (freezing in the morning, scorchio at lunch), despite toilets being at least a km away on very soft sand, despite no changing facilities, nowhere to get anything to eat, despite high trampling risk, despite the very very slim likelihood of nap time having the faintest whiff of a chance of being respected, folk still think it’s a great place to bring a one-year-old. And despite all those odds, there’s junior, three packets of Pom-Bears deep, happily weeing at will, blissfully unaware of that last crucial change in priority, having the very best time of us all.
More from 2019 Euro Leg:
https://wavelengthmag.com/5-things-learned-quik-pro-france/ https://wavelengthmag.com/gallery-hossegor-freesurf-sessions/