My dad used to take me to the snooker hall. Good player dad was, I’m Okish but he was 40/50’s/match winning breaks stuff. Would play me like I we were at the crucible. No corner given, loved it
5 frames we’d have. I lost 5-0 every week
We went down a week before my 18th. 1st frame, the frame of, up until then, my life
Balls fell lovely made a 30 something break then a 20Something and won. 1-0 to me
I went fecking mental, people looking. Didn’t hide it. Really Gave it to him
Because I knew 1-4 was coming up ....