I'm the kind of snooker player that can on very rare occasions pull off the kind of shots that would make an onlooker think I was the next Ronnie O'Sullivan but then I'll go on to miss an endless series of piss easy pots. I remember once my first shot after my mate broke off, the white was right up at the baulk end and the only red that was technically possible to pot was tight to the cushion in the opposite corner, about a metre away from the pocket. I got down and totally nailed the shot, perfect connection from the full length of the table. Best shot I've ever made by a mile, my mate looked stunned and just said "****ing hell!". Barely potted another ball all afternoon. It's a love/hate relationship I have with snooker.
Snookers a mans game. Drinking beer smerkin tabs trying to hit a shot. Golf is for rich puffs. Oh i hit that. Now lets gan an try and find it.
. Imagine if they played that 9 ball pool, and someone won off the break. Drinks arl ower and windows out. You ever watch the mosconi cup?