Over the course of the World Championship I challenged one snooker aficionado to highlight the best quirky, outlandish, unusual, laughable and questionable observations of each day.
As if to further enhance his (or her!) alter ego as snooker’s sleeper, this spy elected to go through the tournament in disguise.
One person successfully guessed who Free Ball is but their true guise will remain a secret.
Many thanks to him or her (it?) for the contributions over the last fortnight, and who knows, perhaps the feature will make a return in future events.
For now, here’s the final offering, but who is behind the Free Ball?
By Free Ball
Oh, to be as lithe as Willie’s beloved Leicester City’s manager, and go all ostrich.
Alas, not to be. My body and mind are already stuttering with the thought of getting back into gear. My capacity for refreshments will have to be curtailed once again. My accountant (me), will have to have stern words with, well me. I will be forced to reprogramme myself to socialise with others again. Others – defined as those freaks of nature that don’t understand that I’ve only got an hour or two between sessions.
It really is bittersweet though. Part of me could have had an old-fashioned “first to next month in frames” final. But I think I would end up watching the deciding frames in a clinic – with the players. So let’s just leave it there for a little while.
Thanks to the BBC for all your gifts. JV and WT for final sessions in the future please. Well done SH for talking more behind the mike. DT, try shutting down for a few seconds here and there. KD, ach I can’t say “anyting” bad about Ken.
Sidebargate seems to have relinquished; we, the public, kind of won that one. It reappeared after a week, but without persistently slaying a player on a shot. And hopefully there won’t be a British government re-election next year, so we can watch another repeat of a cookery programme. But there’s always Dad’s Army.
And finally, well done to Stuart. Beat three ex-champions, plus the player of the moment, and with a smile and open heart. “Every credit, young man”.
He’s not that young, Willie…!