The clocks have changed, nights have drawn in, darkness is upon us. But there is one bright light each week, radiating, making life worth living…pool night. This week we welcomed the Railway Tavern into our citadel of pool and it was epic.
Opening batsman Stu took the first frame with a great clearance. Every time Stu wins the George and Dragon shed a tear, and if he keeps up this form they will be balling like Ronaldo at Euro 2004. Their guy showed some skills but didn’t know the rules, so Stu took full advantage and didn’t just snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, he gave it a back hand and knocked out what ever else they were trying to chew down. 1-0.
They then won the next four to make it match point to them. Some people when faced with this kind of adversity would crumble, down tools and accept defeat… but champions raise their game, they stand up and be counted, they never give up. So make yourself comfy, skin up, get a drink, fuck it, get the holy water and communion wine out because this shit is biblical. Lazarus pit stuff. Enter the four horsemen
First to dismount was Gary and he reduced the deficit with another conquest to add to his long list of accolades this year. The match was an exhibition of total pool, a style that he developed in the 70s fuelled by speed, football hooliganism and American sitcoms. The Is there anything this man can’t do… yeah, but that’s not what I’m gonna talk about now. 2-4. Should we start dreaming?
Next out of his stirrups and over the top was Deej. and he was ready to bring the war to the situation. This was more of a massacre though since Deej takes no prisoners, he leaves his victim’s bodies where they lay. After some calculated pool it happened, the black was there, the angle was there, so was the 8 ball, and with Deej in this kind of form the result was an inevitability. 3-4. Start dreaming
Tommy parked his chariot in the garden and then turned his sights to pool. You could see the panic on their faces when they realised we were still playing top of the food chain, and they were scrapping the bottom of the barrel looking for any kind of morsel to put on the table. But Tommy wasn’t handing out any freebies, devouring them like a slice of Fab’s pizza, so their point famine continued. 4-4, and a 9th frame decider… We’re Dreaming.
The final horse in the race arrived for frame 9 and their player looked like she didn’t want to be there. Perfect, since Ben was ready to strike death upon them with furious anger. They broke and then people couldn’t see Ben. He was camouflaged in the crowd, assessing the battlefield like a sniper…I’m not sayin a sniper that I would trust mind, but a sniper none the less. He took aim, steadied his breath and pulled the trigger. The black went down and the crowd jumped up. RIP to his opponent…they’re not dead, but it’s not a life worth living after that defeat. 5-4. Start living the dream.
Next fixture: Away vs LSSC 19/11/25
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