It’s Thursday! The penultimate and thus second best day of the working week. Let us, therefore, in time-honoured fashion, look back through misty eyes to days gone by; specifically, in this case, to a day on which Andy Irons, competing at the Eddie the last time it actually ran, rode a wave all the way into the Waimea shorey, pulled in, got destroyed, and claimed it like the fucken rock star he was.