Grey
northern sunday's are perfect for watching our hero
from the 28th play in the world snooker final.
Wide awake whilst watching but feeling half asleep when the
Ebdon master hits the table. 7-2 down the boy is at the time
of writing but as it's the best of 35 frames you know he will
grind his way back into contention. Just enough time between
recharging the batteries in this way to slip out a little
electronic number before returning back to baulk for some
more safety play and tactical exchanges that take me to brink
of despair. Where is last of the summerwine when you need
it ?
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