So, Neil Robertson won the World Snooker Championship, beating Graeme Dott, 18 – 13.
Geeze, what a yawning bore-fest the final was. Disappointing drivel from start to finish, whenever that was since I gave up watching at 12.30 am.
Which is a real shame since I watched the entire competition and had seen both of these players thumping one fantastic shot after another into the pockets as they worked their way towards the final. I kept hoping they would turn on the fluency and skill that had gotten them there but in the end I was to be disappointed as they both looked and played like two club players whose lifetime highest breaks were about 50.
It’s obvious what the problem was – both players were so intent on winning that they changed their game, slowing themselves down for each shot instead of just playing their own games, the ones that had got them to the final in the first place. Complete crap.