Raging Italo Ferreira curb stomps countryman Yago Dora in front of frenzied fans to take the Rio Pro!

Passion, personified.

There are two ways to look at the Rio Pro from
Saquarema.

You could look at it as a mostly average beachbreak that most
average surfers would turn their noses at, nevermind the pros, who
hope only to find one clean bit of face or closeout section where
they might luck into a mid-six for a single turn.

Or, you could look at it as a welcome juxtaposition from the
barrelling tropical reefs of Tahiti and Fiji, as an opportunity to
see what elite surfers can do on objectively poor waves, and you
might appreciate how this stretches them.

And of course, you should surely see that the Brazilian fans are
the only proper surf fans anywhere in the world.

Being the kind of uplifted and positive guy I am, I’m very much
pro Brazil.

In saying that, there are few highlights that all those of you
who sleep during competition hours should seek out. This is not the
kind of comp where you might appreciate condensed heats or replays.
Even the highest scoring waves will look bizarre without the
context of the whole day.

No need to worry about missing any insightful commentary
either.

“He’s my pick to be world champion”, proclaimed Mitch Salazar in
reference to yellow jersey wearer and leader by more than eleven
thousand points, John Florence.

“I love that insight”, Kaipo replied with clear sincerity.

Scoring at Saquarema was a mush of fives, sixes and sevens. All
were much the same. Clear water was rare and happened upon by luck.
Any man might feel lucky or aggrieved by the outcome of any
heat.

Yet, somehow, amidst such uncertainty, everyone who matters to
the top five race (barring Jack Robinson) has made it to the
quarter final stage, and that makes for an intriguing finish.

Connor O’Leary and Italo Ferreira will match up in quarter final
one, owing to victories over Jack Robinson and Rio Waida.

Both have made the most of lumpy Sacquerma, O’Leary with
powerful forehand surfing we rarely get to see, and Italo with
explosiveness and unpredictability that only he brings in
conditions like this.

Ferreira notched by far and away the best performance of the day
in his defeat of Waida. The most striking aspect of his 17.50 heat
total being not the numbers, but the joy he exudes in joyless
waves. Italo is the man to beat here, and he’s sniffing at the edge
of the top five.

As is Gabriel Medina, who will match up with Griffin Colapinto
in quarter two. Both made their way to this stage with narrow
victories in heats bereft of quality opportunities.

Colapinto sent Liam O’Brien home, but in a heat where only seven
waves were attempted between them and really could’ve gone either
way.

It was noted in commentary that Griffin Colapinto is known to
meditate for up to eight hours a day. My notes suggest this is the
meditative privilege of a deeply privileged man.

Medina’s defeat of Cole Houshmand was tight. A rare single
figure heat total of 9.60 for Medina just pipped Houshmand’s 9.27.
Medina attempted nine waves, Houshmand only two, but the fact that
five of Medina’s waves were scored at less than a point tells you
everything you need to know about the conditions.

Still, Medina is coming back to himself towards the end of the
season, as he so often does. His post heat interviews exude
composure and the eloquence of man in control of his destiny. Every
day I rue the decision not to pull the trigger on a stupidly large
bet on him to win the world title this year at the 22/1 odds that
were offered pre Teahupo’o.

Two other men who seem in control amidst the chaos will meet in
quarter three, John Florence and Yago Dora.

Dora is the reigning champion here, and seems to have retained
the rhythm he found in El Salvador. Even if he’s not quite locked
in to his dynamic best yet, he remains impossibly smooth. A
counter, perhaps, to Italo’s twitchy explosiveness.

Florence, for his part, looks chillingly composed at the top of
the rankings.

But quarter final four is perhaps the most intriguing, given the
conditions and the rankings. Jordy Smith and Ethan Ewing wouldn’t
be your first picks in wonky beachbreak.

Much less so, Smith to be in the top five at this stage of the
season, at this point in his career. Honestly, despite watching all
of these comps, I’m struggling to remember any Jordy highlights
from this year. Have I just stopped paying attention to him? Please
tell me if this is an anomaly, or I’ve simply failed to notice
excellent surfing from him this year.

However, something I did notice (and a nod to Kaipo, who may
have mentioned it at some point yesterday) was the sheer
physicality of the men at the business end of both this competition
and the season as a whole.

I once wrote an article about the fact that 5’9” was the optimum
height for a pro surfer, given the number of athletes who were
exactly this height or near enough. But the notion that tall,
powerfully built surfers were generally disadvantaged has been
blown out the water in recent years.

Anyway, regardless of how you feel about Brazil, it’s undeniable
that we’ve got some of the best finals day match-ups in recent
memory. Let’s hope for some decent waves to do it justice.

And if you’ll excuse me I need to go and dwell on my first day
of official unemployment, whilst nursing a deep, clammy
hangover.

It was my last day as a teacher yesterday. Maybe just for twelve
months, maybe forever. I’m still mildly conflicted about it, but
it’s happening and I can’t go back.

This week, kids stopped me in the corridor to tell me I’d better
come back. There was a note on my desk from some pupils. They hope
the book I plan to write goes well, they said. Maybe they’d even
read it. But did I really have to leave to do it? Couldn’t I stay
and write a book about them, maybe?

I could, maybe. But I need to commit entirely to something else
for a while. And that thing is indeed writing a book. It’s
biography, of sorts. About an exceptional figure, a hill runner.
Perhaps the fastest man to run in our hills in hundreds of years of
recorded history, but a man whose humility outweighs his talent. A
man only very few people would know about if it wasn’t for writers
who recognise how important stories like his are. Stories of true
greatness without fanfare or ego.

It won’t make me rich, this book. In all likelihood it won’t
even pay the bills. But it feels important. I feel privileged to
have the opportunity to tell this story, if I can pull it off.

Wish me luck. Or not. Either works.

(Editor’s note: As mentioned in the
headline, Italo Ferreira won. Details on that bit
tomorrow.)

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