Hi all,
So seems like I cannot completely get rid of snooker, its in my blood or something i don't know I think Steve Davis and I might have had the same family 100 generations ago anyway... I am a story teller so I shall tell you one:
Call of Passion
I was doing good with everything. I had published my first book (non-fiction) and had written two short stories. One of the short stories was taken up by an independant film-maker who asked me to write the screenplay for his movie based on my short story. I did that within a month and handed it over to him. The film is in pre-production. Then I had only started my third short story when I received this darned phone call, that had all the enzymes needed for the calling of passion. Strange but true, people follow passion but with me it is perhaps the passion following me.
'Sidd why don't you come down to the club tonight and watch the opening match of Islamabad Club' Usman said.
'Hi there Sani, well I guess i should' I said, surprised.
'Why dont you enter the tournament. Let me confirm your entry with the organisers' Usman inquired and then got me in to thinking.
'Heck why not' I said as I could not stop myself from saying what I said, as if I had to say so.
That was that.
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So I went in one night before my match and played a few frames. I played lousy of course as i had picked up the cue after a long long time, say 6 months. But then in one frame I took a black and cleared the colours ... 35 break yeah and then I saw the crucible cheer for me and heard the great ovation and applause of the Ali-pali so I entered the tournament and had my round 1 match against an opponent who was an easy one, a real easy one. A 17-20 break standard. I played casually and lost the first frame (best of three) then I played real well and went in to my zone in the second frame and scored 56 with three reds still on the table. won it easily... Something happened, that always happens to me, in the third frame I started missing and when he did was to take one colour without placing anything and play safe then a colour and play safe... it continued, i started sweating as he went on 28 with one red on the table ... then I got a chance to get the red.. it was just above black spot and the CB landed just behind it... it was a three quarters red in the corner pink was sitting nearby so I had to just push it in with soft screw for the pink on a power of say 3/10... easy bizy.. I missed it and then starrted self criticism... then I had two snookers by the time we reached the brown... and then he won ...
1. Why was i sweating in a cold weather? is it that I was under huge pressure?
2. if that is the case then it means i do not have the guts to play tournaments?
3. After making 56, when was it that took me in the very next frame?
Anyway, I have started going to the club again... It is disturbing my writing but I cant get over snooker I know that... I wont play every day and get in to that circle again cuz I cannot but then I will play off and on.
Cheers guys,
Sidd.
So seems like I cannot completely get rid of snooker, its in my blood or something i don't know I think Steve Davis and I might have had the same family 100 generations ago anyway... I am a story teller so I shall tell you one:
Call of Passion
I was doing good with everything. I had published my first book (non-fiction) and had written two short stories. One of the short stories was taken up by an independant film-maker who asked me to write the screenplay for his movie based on my short story. I did that within a month and handed it over to him. The film is in pre-production. Then I had only started my third short story when I received this darned phone call, that had all the enzymes needed for the calling of passion. Strange but true, people follow passion but with me it is perhaps the passion following me.
'Sidd why don't you come down to the club tonight and watch the opening match of Islamabad Club' Usman said.
'Hi there Sani, well I guess i should' I said, surprised.
'Why dont you enter the tournament. Let me confirm your entry with the organisers' Usman inquired and then got me in to thinking.
'Heck why not' I said as I could not stop myself from saying what I said, as if I had to say so.
That was that.
=======================================
So I went in one night before my match and played a few frames. I played lousy of course as i had picked up the cue after a long long time, say 6 months. But then in one frame I took a black and cleared the colours ... 35 break yeah and then I saw the crucible cheer for me and heard the great ovation and applause of the Ali-pali so I entered the tournament and had my round 1 match against an opponent who was an easy one, a real easy one. A 17-20 break standard. I played casually and lost the first frame (best of three) then I played real well and went in to my zone in the second frame and scored 56 with three reds still on the table. won it easily... Something happened, that always happens to me, in the third frame I started missing and when he did was to take one colour without placing anything and play safe then a colour and play safe... it continued, i started sweating as he went on 28 with one red on the table ... then I got a chance to get the red.. it was just above black spot and the CB landed just behind it... it was a three quarters red in the corner pink was sitting nearby so I had to just push it in with soft screw for the pink on a power of say 3/10... easy bizy.. I missed it and then starrted self criticism... then I had two snookers by the time we reached the brown... and then he won ...
1. Why was i sweating in a cold weather? is it that I was under huge pressure?
2. if that is the case then it means i do not have the guts to play tournaments?
3. After making 56, when was it that took me in the very next frame?
Anyway, I have started going to the club again... It is disturbing my writing but I cant get over snooker I know that... I wont play every day and get in to that circle again cuz I cannot but then I will play off and on.
Cheers guys,
Sidd.
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