It looks as though the chips went in preflop, and the cards were as follows:
Andreas Hoivold:
Ludovic Lacay:
Board:
After spending some time counting the two players' chips, the dealer decreed that Hoivold busted, and Lacay was up to an almost-chip-leading 1,200,000. The amiable Hoivold was extremely polite and gentlemanly in defeat, although once he'd turned away from the table to leave, a quiet, "F***," escaped his lips.
As he told me his new chip count and I informed him that he was in second place, Lacay replied cheerfully, "At least I don't have the chip leader pressure."
[Edit -- looks like he actually is chip leader at the moment, by a whisker.]
against Flury's pair of eights, 
, prompting Sacrispeyre to point at the river, as if asking for his ten-ball. He got it with the 
and immediately jumped out of his chair and started shouting (in French, so you 'll pardon us for not transcribing his remarks). A friend nearly knocked this reporter over in an effort to run in from the rail, shout with Sacrispeyre and clap him on the back.
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