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Just thought I'd drop you lot a thread to say hello. I've just registered with TSF and I'm guessing that this is the way to get involved.
Apparently I am required to tell you why I love the game of snooker. Well, where do I begin. When I was a byrne my old man would repeatedley put on a video of Jimmy White playing ridiculous amounts of screw back to make me go to sleep. The first few times he tried this, it worked and then I got into and started dreaming of being Jimmy, I dreamt of playing at the Crucible, crushing Stephen Hendry by 18 frames to 0, being admired by John Parrott and Steve Davis, having all eyes on me as I potted the final black in the World Championship to rapturous applause and cheers.
Sadly it didn't happen. Like Jimmy White's career, my dream fizzled out. Breaks of 22, 30 and 34 weren't good enough to cut it with the big boys. I only received one round of applause from my best mate and his girlfriend after a break of 72. Making that break was minutes of blood, sweat, frustration, crap positional play and copious amounts of swearing. Now don't get me wrong, a break of 72 is fairly bloody good for a 19 year old lad from the Old Dean, but in my head I was Ding Junhui, Ronnie O'Sullivan, John Higgins, Alex Higgins (my ultimate snooker chomping ******* hero) and Joe Davis roled into one.
anyway that's why I love but also hate the fabulous, mystical, severely frustrating game of snooker.
Just thought I'd drop you lot a thread to say hello. I've just registered with TSF and I'm guessing that this is the way to get involved.
Apparently I am required to tell you why I love the game of snooker. Well, where do I begin. When I was a byrne my old man would repeatedley put on a video of Jimmy White playing ridiculous amounts of screw back to make me go to sleep. The first few times he tried this, it worked and then I got into and started dreaming of being Jimmy, I dreamt of playing at the Crucible, crushing Stephen Hendry by 18 frames to 0, being admired by John Parrott and Steve Davis, having all eyes on me as I potted the final black in the World Championship to rapturous applause and cheers.
Sadly it didn't happen. Like Jimmy White's career, my dream fizzled out. Breaks of 22, 30 and 34 weren't good enough to cut it with the big boys. I only received one round of applause from my best mate and his girlfriend after a break of 72. Making that break was minutes of blood, sweat, frustration, crap positional play and copious amounts of swearing. Now don't get me wrong, a break of 72 is fairly bloody good for a 19 year old lad from the Old Dean, but in my head I was Ding Junhui, Ronnie O'Sullivan, John Higgins, Alex Higgins (my ultimate snooker chomping ******* hero) and Joe Davis roled into one.
anyway that's why I love but also hate the fabulous, mystical, severely frustrating game of snooker.
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