Sunday, 3 July 2022

That final

It was May 1985
Dad said “boys?? go to bed”
I said I wanted to watch the snooker,
But I was told to go, so I did what he said.

There were these two guys
One shortish Irishman, Dennis was his name
And there was this tall dominate ginger nugget called Steve
Who at the time played the best snooker you wouldn’t believe.

17 days of competition and the title was decided on the final ball,
A throw of the dice, it was anyones call? 

10 hours of play and it was totally unbearable to see,
The snooker gods looked on, and only he knew who the world champion was going to be..

A missed double, followed by a poor safety, then an attempt to pocket the black in right corner, now it was Steve’s chance cut the ball in for a third title in a row… he over cut it, to leave the shot on for Dennis to win.. yess.. he potted it for a famous triumph.. 
a victory still talked about to this day.. recalling as a child as the memories of this great occasion shan’t never fade away.

“Dennis Taylor victory in the black ball final of the world snooker championships if 1985”

Jason 
4th July 2022


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