
He just makes me feel fuzzy.
Good morning everyone. Well the tournament seems to be racing along now and it’s all just going too quickly for my brain to comprehend. I want Barry to extend it to a month.
But what a climax to this great tournament we are in for. It looks very much like Judd Trump and Mark Williams will be in the semi finals but who will they play? Will we have a clearer idea of that after the morning session or are we in for high drama that only the baize is capable of providing later this evening?
Seriously though, come on, this is the greatest sport in the world. I say that with a bias unsurpassed by humankind of course but I firmly believe it to be true. Why watch a bunch of overpaid, over-rated and ridiculously overhyped thicko’s running around a pitch moaning when you can watch the baize skills along the lines of those on display yesterday from Judd and MJ?
Is Judd ready to be world champion? You bet your life he is. Anyone that says he isn’t needs their head examining and so far he has been the player of the tournament. But how many players have promised so much and never lifted the coveted title? The obvious first example of that is Jimmy, who perhaps but for the brilliance of Alex Higgins in 1982 might have won it at around Judd’s tender age and but for the ruthlessness of Hendry, would probably have won it at least twice in the nineties. But what of Matthew Stevens? He has come within a whisker of the title on two occasions and could never make that final leap to greatness, his great friend and the sadly missed Paul Hunter was tragically never allowed to try and make amends for his semi-final defeat by Ken Doherty in 2003, the last time that Williams lifted the title.
Of course these are just three players that haven’t fulfilled their destiny and other names that trip off the tongue are Ali Bassiri, Hugh Abernethy and Dermot McGlinchey. Two other former greats Tony Knowles and Mike Hallett have drawn each other in the first Q-School event I see. Knowsley will no doubt bring hoardes of concubines with him while Mike will have to resist the urge to criticise his shots and keep quiet for a couple of hours, a real challenge for the Grimsby Grumbler.
Anyone that has been hanging around the thriving Tweetsville community through the tournament will know that yesterday I developed what can only be described as a deep and meaningful mancrush on my main outright pick Mark Williams. Watching him ‘float’ and ‘glide’ the balls into the pockets gives you a warm fuzzy feeling akin to that childhood one where you get drenched on the way home from school and your mum is waiting for you with a towel, a fresh change of clothes, a hot cuppa, a jam butty and your favourite snooker video, or is that just me? Well, it’s my blog so I don’t care. I love him and I think he’s ace.
Talking of all things camp, the lunatic that runs this place ran a poll yesterday for who has the loveliest bum in snooker and I am pleased to report that Mrs Snookerbacker won it. If her birthday wasn’t complete enough this was the icing on the cake to go along with all the well-wishes on here and on Twitter which included professional players, referees and all the boys in the BBC studio.

Loves his snooker
I can also claim the coveted honour of making JP laugh ‘alot’ and even burst into song when asking him a question about a feature he appeared to be doing with 80′s glam rocker Limahl from Kajagoogoo. I think it was him anyway and he hasn’t changed much.
Anyway back to the certified nutcase, the latest craze sweeping the snookering bingo public is your very own Rory McLeod TV remote control. I wish he’d grow up and take the game seriously, or failing that send me a free one to test drive.
Back on the table Ronnie and John are locked in battle and twice John has tried to assert his authority (whatever that means) on the game and twice Ronnie has levelled. This promises to be a tight one I think and I expect some high drama later, if not high quality, which both of them seem to be lacking so far in the event. Selby started well in his match against Ding but then appeared to lose the plot a bit before regaining his composure to go into this morning just 5-3 down. I did find it very strange that the Jester went into the quarter finals as the bookies favourite as he hardly has the winning pedigree of some of the others.
In other news, I managed to pick up a virus on my laptop yesterday called Windows Recovery and I had to take it to one of those shops where computer people fix things. I was surprised that one of them seemed to have developed some social skills and we even got onto the subject of snooker, I can’t think how that happened, I’m sure he started the conversation but I played along with it and it turned out that he also knew Rod Lawler, small world isn’t it? Meanwhile his assistant who looked a bit like Karl Pilkington was tapping away at my little machine without saying anything until I interjected and asked what was happening, his two word answer ‘typical virus’ made me feel a little better and I asked if it could be fixed to which he replied ‘yes’, I asked when, he said ‘Thursday’ I asked how much, he said ’40′ and that was the end of that. I wouldn’t necessarily say that he had a reassuring presence about him but I trust him to do the job as he obviously knows what he’s doing and those five words were enough to calm me down, though Mrs SB is a little miffed that I have now stolen her laptop and immediately downloaded my snooker package onto it. But she has new shoes and a handmade card from me which will be unveiled to you all later today so she’s ok despite not managing to persuade Rishi to get her some tickets for the final for free. Talking of fine art, I am still accepting contributions to the wallchart gallery until the end of the championship, so get busy people.
Oh yes, I knew there was something else I had to say. Whilst I am generally an easy-going type of chap and a lot nicer since meeting Mrs SB than I ever was before I would just like to say that I hope the person responsible for that virus and all his known family and close friends die in a freak yachting accident off the coast of Sardinia. Soon and painfully.
Feel free to natter away below:
10am & 7pm
IN PLAY: Mark Selby 10-10 Ding Junhui
10am
RESULT: Mark Williams 13-5 Mark Allen
2.30pm
RESULT: Judd Trump 13-5 Graeme Dott
2.30pm & 7pm
RESULT: Ronnie O’Sullivan 10-13 John Higgins