...........who still loves his snooker! Yep, at 80 years old I still play for around four hours on 3-4 days a week but given my poor eyesight and lack of concentration, I don't pose a threat to anyone in the club. In fact I get a weird sort of pleasure seeing the faces of people I once gave a 20 -30 start to, light up when they whip my backside. But who cares? It's still getting a game that counts.
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Originally Posted by Breakingless View Post...........who still loves his snooker! Yep, at 80 years old I still play for around four hours on 3-4 days a week but given my poor eyesight and lack of concentration, I don't pose a threat to anyone in the club. In fact I get a weird sort of pleasure seeing the faces of people I once gave a 20 -30 start to, light up when they whip my backside. But who cares? It's still getting a game that counts.⚪ 🔴🟡🟢🟤🔵💗⚫🕳️😎
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Keep rocking and rolling breakingless!"I got injected with the passion for snooker" - SQ_FLYER
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25-27 October 2019
http://nationalsnookerexpo.com
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Originally Posted by neil taperell View PostGreat to have an Octogenarian on board...... great exercise just walking up the stairs at our place let alone walk round the table !
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Originally Posted by Cue crafty View Postyou can share some of that experience and have a laugh
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Originally Posted by Breakingless View PostYou're on! In the 1960s, I was on holiday in Butlins Skegness(if I remember correctly) and entered the snooker competition. Playing with only 6 reds, I got through to the final where a younger and much better player had a break of 80+ in the first of a best of 3 and followed up with a century in the second. I potted zilch in the first game and 4 in the second. Anyway, in my chalet getting ready to go to see the tournament winner play 'a professional' there was a knock on the door. It was a redcoat who came to say that the guy who had beaten me in the final had taken ill and would I take his place against the pro? My dream come true. Anyway met the guy, a Ted Patchcot, or something like that and in a best of 5, easily beat him in the first 2. Just before the break in the third frame, he offered me a fiver to 'let up' and to cut a long story short, I beat him 3-0. Since I became a computerist, that's a new word, I've googled his name a few times without success. Maybe some of the other members can come up with Ted's info.Last edited by Cue crafty; 24 March 2017, 09:12 PM.⚪ 🔴🟡🟢🟤🔵💗⚫🕳️😎
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Originally Posted by Breakingless View PostYou're on! In the 1960s, I was on holiday in Butlins Skegness(if I remember correctly) and entered the snooker competition. Playing with only 6 reds, I got through to the final where a younger and much better player had a break of 80+ in the first of a best of 3 and followed up with a century in the second. I potted zilch in the first game and 4 in the second. Anyway, in my chalet getting ready to go to see the tournament winner play 'a professional' there was a knock on the door. It was a redcoat who came to say that the guy who had beaten me in the final had taken ill and would I take his place against the pro? My dream come true. Anyway met the guy, a Ted Patchcot, or something like that and in a best of 5, easily beat him in the first 2. Just before the break in the third frame, he offered me a fiver to 'let up' and to cut a long story short, I beat him 3-0. Since I became a computerist, that's a new word, I've googled his name a few times without success. Maybe some of the other members can come up with Ted's info.
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