What has snooker come to where the players now sup mineral water like choir boys? No solace after that unfortunate fluke by their opponent, no looking forward to that blissful alcoholic state of serene self-knowledge, no philisophical murmer of encouragement in a chemical consolation whatsoever. Instead, the ashen face of reality; sitting down while your opponent piles on point after point in slow monotony, knowing you can do nothing at all about it...it's enough to drive you to drink.
I say let the players have a proper drink!
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