I woke up this morning with a bit of a spring in my step. A quick check of the phone to see if competition was under way yet or not, this influencing my decision in getting out of bed. It was finals day in the world surf league today at Fiji. Now this excites me. After a couple of good days of waves and viewing, finals day is when it all goes down and I get a little bit in the zone. In the zone like those fanatical football fans that cheer and yell at the TV. That sort of fanatical.
The first couple of quarter finals heats were done and dusted and up next, John John Florence the Hawaiian who is the freak of the sport, vs the current ranks leader, all time frother Matty Wilko. Who yes, is an Australian. I am full on the Wilko band wagon this year for him to win his first world title. He has always been a bit of a character and just cruised but this year has a coach and is killing shit.
I packed up the laptop and charger, kissed goodbye to Bonita and took to the nearest open café to begin the wifi, electrical rort that you all know much about these days. I organised myself in a corner with a powerpoint, ordered their biggest glass of water, put the head phones on and zoned in. Off my own little world swearing and cheering at the laptop. Wilko wins the quarter final heat and the semis and makes the final. Yew. His competitor is a much hated surfer of mine, Gabrial Medina.
Medina is no walk in the park mind you. He is the first Brazilian to win a world title and was only twenty when he did so two years ago. Cheeky little prick. He is good, relly good. I think this is partly the reason why I dislike him. That and he is Brazilian. There is nothing wrong with Brazil, but they have so many good upcoming surfers and are taking over the rankings. Therefore my rivalry is strong as Australians are getting beaten.
Usually I would be sitting contempt with a beer, enjoying the spectacle of the worlds best getting absolutely slotted in solid Cloudbreak waves. But dry June remains. Probably a good thing because the public around were already watching my body language as I threw my arms around and muttered naughty words at the computer. If there was beer in front of me, I would probably have been told I had had enough. It was 8:30 in the morning after all.
Without going into the nitty gritty and explaining a few obvious facts about the final. Medina won, Wilko lost. Prick.
Anyway, I was meant to be editing and finalising the next episode of Sailing Nandji. That’s what I told Bonita this morning anyway… She knew I was telling porkys.
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Wilko for PM