As a former Crucible student, Sheffield polytechnic I trod in the footsteps of giants.
It is not just a boring expose of men hitting balls into pockets, it's a story of manipulation of us and them.
Pot Black, dingy snooker clubs in the days we had 3 channels, before the internet- when our attention span lasted longer than a minute Well narrated, in typical upper class style. With cut scenes of spectators in collage effect.
At their heyday, they were the sport punks, refusing to conform. Higgins, passionate, dangerous, throwing cues at the audience. The Keith Moon of a seemingly gentle sport.
Reardon, Davies, Higgins - all the aging stars are here, who have survived. Smoking and drinking, stalking the table.
It's a fantastic series of rock and roll meets sport, like George Best, Higgins wins through, he might have well been snorting lines off the spots before taking the shot. We hardly get 147 breaks these days, he took the risks, crazy shots, working through the night to win.
Rivalry in the 70's to 80's , colour tv promoted snooker. How they performed drunk, who knows?
Not much has changed, they tried The Golden Ball - what happened to that eh? Like the blue football - laughed off the pitch by FIFA.
With the Olympics introducing prize money to already sponsored athletes, most of which have more money than God - give it to a nominated charity.
Classic music, as much as Top Gear or The Apprentice, dark bass lines. Bow ties, phallic cue stroking - chalking the tip. Gloved refs polishing balls, how many references do you need.
It's nice to see most are around, reflective of the past, willing to openly talk of that time. The dark rivalry - almost Star Wars in fashion. Lightsabers as cues, used to beat each other.
It is not just a boring expose of men hitting balls into pockets, it's a story of manipulation of us and them.
Pot Black, dingy snooker clubs in the days we had 3 channels, before the internet- when our attention span lasted longer than a minute Well narrated, in typical upper class style. With cut scenes of spectators in collage effect.
At their heyday, they were the sport punks, refusing to conform. Higgins, passionate, dangerous, throwing cues at the audience. The Keith Moon of a seemingly gentle sport.
Reardon, Davies, Higgins - all the aging stars are here, who have survived. Smoking and drinking, stalking the table.
It's a fantastic series of rock and roll meets sport, like George Best, Higgins wins through, he might have well been snorting lines off the spots before taking the shot. We hardly get 147 breaks these days, he took the risks, crazy shots, working through the night to win.
Rivalry in the 70's to 80's , colour tv promoted snooker. How they performed drunk, who knows?
Not much has changed, they tried The Golden Ball - what happened to that eh? Like the blue football - laughed off the pitch by FIFA.
With the Olympics introducing prize money to already sponsored athletes, most of which have more money than God - give it to a nominated charity.
Classic music, as much as Top Gear or The Apprentice, dark bass lines. Bow ties, phallic cue stroking - chalking the tip. Gloved refs polishing balls, how many references do you need.
It's nice to see most are around, reflective of the past, willing to openly talk of that time. The dark rivalry - almost Star Wars in fashion. Lightsabers as cues, used to beat each other.