If you were to make a mould for a snooker player...
..you'd take it from John Higgins.
Ken Doherty wanting to cover John in clay, just there. Or some kind of molten metal, custard, cream, whatever works. Plotting the next generation of snooker playing robots.
So now I've got to watch the final from between my fingers again. He does like drawing out the agony, I'll give him that.
Williams was giggling away a fair bit before the mid-session, and even after. Regardless of whoever it was who called out and got themself escorted out during John's attempt at a break. Hope it was worth it there. I say, attempt, but he did actually manage it on that go around, enough to keep hold of his lead.
Mark nattering to the audience with thank you's on his break-off shot. Virgo about the match - "We don't want it spoilt by people saying things that are unnecessary" And then shutting up? Well, no. not really, or not at all in fact.
Both players playing fairly well and by fairly it's more of the 'John cannot pot a red ball in the black corner pocket when it comes down to the clinching of the frame. Either black ball pocket.' and then Mark goes one better and fails with the potting of the black off its spot into said pocket.
"He's got John in trouble" Probably not the kind of trouble that requires a shotgun and a hasty wedding before the dress doesn't fit anymore. Would be one way of halting Higgins' progress as snooker players are notoriously rotten at playing after having kids even when they're less directly involved than that probably wasn't implying.
And despite a few half-hearted attempts not to pot that last needed red, John Higgins volunteers to go to work on tomorrow and Monday, and goes for a nice lie down after talking to Rob Walker, while Ken Doherty tries to rephrase himself to not call the non-21-year-old finalist old.
Ken Doherty wanting to cover John in clay, just there. Or some kind of molten metal, custard, cream, whatever works. Plotting the next generation of snooker playing robots.
So now I've got to watch the final from between my fingers again. He does like drawing out the agony, I'll give him that.
Williams was giggling away a fair bit before the mid-session, and even after. Regardless of whoever it was who called out and got themself escorted out during John's attempt at a break. Hope it was worth it there. I say, attempt, but he did actually manage it on that go around, enough to keep hold of his lead.
Mark nattering to the audience with thank you's on his break-off shot. Virgo about the match - "We don't want it spoilt by people saying things that are unnecessary" And then shutting up? Well, no. not really, or not at all in fact.
Both players playing fairly well and by fairly it's more of the 'John cannot pot a red ball in the black corner pocket when it comes down to the clinching of the frame. Either black ball pocket.' and then Mark goes one better and fails with the potting of the black off its spot into said pocket.
"He's got John in trouble" Probably not the kind of trouble that requires a shotgun and a hasty wedding before the dress doesn't fit anymore. Would be one way of halting Higgins' progress as snooker players are notoriously rotten at playing after having kids even when they're less directly involved than that probably wasn't implying.
And despite a few half-hearted attempts not to pot that last needed red, John Higgins volunteers to go to work on tomorrow and Monday, and goes for a nice lie down after talking to Rob Walker, while Ken Doherty tries to rephrase himself to not call the non-21-year-old finalist old.