Eventually ol’ Fitzy or Trev or Mucka or Graeme or
whatever the name was, asked me what sport was my
favourite – my rugby-bluffing had been going about as well
as the game itself. I told him I watched a lot of basketball –
and loved it. And he gestured, adding “oh yeah, the hat”. And
then I blank-faced and added that my favourite sport to watch –
my absolute favourite – is snooker. That put him in a tight spot.
I tell you if his mouth was a goal anyone could have scored – it
was wide fucking open. He laughed and asked if I was serious. And
I said “deadly” and managed to look deadly serious which is my gift –
in exchange for never smiling. And we talked about Pot Black and
Hurricane Higgins and Steve Davis, Dennis Taylor, Stephen Hendry,
Jimmy White and of course Ronnie O’Sullivan. But I might as well
have been saying lithium magnesium sodium silicate – since he was
still wide-mouthed and waiting, just waiting for the second half to begin.
Then it did. And we talked about the rugby again.