JOHN JOHN RISES. And the sun sets. It's been meteoric. There are literally no chinks in his armour. The teenage Hawaiian has arrived fully-formed; with power, creativity, and the ability to win.
JOEL THE REDEEMER The omens have looked good for the Gold Coaster during his brief time back in the shadows of Christos and the mid-autumn South American sun. Parko found flow where there wasn't any in round 1: Walking on water on the tricky Arpoador wedges.
SINGLETLESS: The freedom of singletlessness (say it three times, fast) is apparent for the likes of Bede, Ace and Josh tearing apart the tropical green walls. Where you can smell the coconut oil and hear the clack of the batball from your vantage in the line-up. Where, between turns, a man can sit on his board and also watch the cable-cars trolleying their way up Pao de Acucar.