It can hardly be described as an edge of your seat sport...

When you favourite snooker player looses do you feel like your heart has just been ripped out? When he pots a difficult black to clinch an important frame do you get overcome by a feeling of ecstasy and hug the stranger standing next to you?

Can watching a great red, black, red, black, red, black move ever be compared to the poetry that is watching a beautifully crafted goal?

Snooker is merely Coronation Street for men.

Posted By: Ben on May 2nd 2005 at 22:53:22


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