...and why do I have none?!
I called at the snooker club last night, although my friend cancelled, because I was sure I would get a game against someone. Alas, though, being Valentine's Day and apparently some football match was taking place, there was hardly a soul in the place.
There were two tables of the thirteen in use, it was dead quiet, and as I sat there sipping my tea and tucking into a delicious sausage roll, I thought someone was trying to tell me to knuckle down and get practising in these ideal conditions that I found myself unusually in.
Thing is, I can't play on my own. If I'm playing well I just go for everything, regardless of whether it would be the choice shot in a 'live' situation, and if I'm not playing well I just bash the balls about. Either way, it is counterproductiveness itself.
Anyway I started out, just smashed the pack and started potting. It was quite good. And then I decided to try out the line-up. This is something which in milliseconds reveals my indiscipline.
I did eventually (after ¾ hour) make an 80-something, but not before it took me three attempts to even get the first red in (!) and numerous 16s and 24s. It winds me up so much, and I don't know why.
Years ago I just accepted that solo practice was not for me. If I'm playing a mate I can take it quite seriously, quite naturally, playing the 'right' shot and resisting the urge to go for shots of outlandishness in a game of no importance. (In fact, I stopped playing one guy who insisted on playing for £1 a frame to guard against it becoming a stupid knockabout – not because I couldn't afford it but because I didn't fancy playing someone who couldn't play a proper game unless there was an incentive more than the satisfaction of playing a good game. Anyhow, I digress.)
But I would like to know why I am so indisciplined in this respect. I am reasonably well disciplined at work, at home and in all other aspects of playing snooker. So why not this?
I called at the snooker club last night, although my friend cancelled, because I was sure I would get a game against someone. Alas, though, being Valentine's Day and apparently some football match was taking place, there was hardly a soul in the place.
There were two tables of the thirteen in use, it was dead quiet, and as I sat there sipping my tea and tucking into a delicious sausage roll, I thought someone was trying to tell me to knuckle down and get practising in these ideal conditions that I found myself unusually in.
Thing is, I can't play on my own. If I'm playing well I just go for everything, regardless of whether it would be the choice shot in a 'live' situation, and if I'm not playing well I just bash the balls about. Either way, it is counterproductiveness itself.
Anyway I started out, just smashed the pack and started potting. It was quite good. And then I decided to try out the line-up. This is something which in milliseconds reveals my indiscipline.
I did eventually (after ¾ hour) make an 80-something, but not before it took me three attempts to even get the first red in (!) and numerous 16s and 24s. It winds me up so much, and I don't know why.
Years ago I just accepted that solo practice was not for me. If I'm playing a mate I can take it quite seriously, quite naturally, playing the 'right' shot and resisting the urge to go for shots of outlandishness in a game of no importance. (In fact, I stopped playing one guy who insisted on playing for £1 a frame to guard against it becoming a stupid knockabout – not because I couldn't afford it but because I didn't fancy playing someone who couldn't play a proper game unless there was an incentive more than the satisfaction of playing a good game. Anyhow, I digress.)
But I would like to know why I am so indisciplined in this respect. I am reasonably well disciplined at work, at home and in all other aspects of playing snooker. So why not this?
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