ces.
The next winning player to the table was Paul Barnett, at one stage it looked like he was going to be seven balled, but an unlikely miss by his opponent let Paul in, with some great safety play and a well taken clearance Paul won his game. Up next stepped Dave Williamson, he also won his match quite comfortably. The players who lost can count themselves unlucky on another night it might of gone there way. Mick McCool snookered himself on the dish. Sam Howkins pulling off an impossible safety, only thing was it was his last ball he needed. with the black over the bottom bag Sam was fucked to be fair. Bec's played well but in the end, out done by her opponent. That was the half way stage. 6 - 3 up and looking good.
normally
unheard... They must of known it was my birthday the next day. 8 -8, next up was
Magical Mick McCool, he put up a
great fight but was unfortunate to rattle his last ball but at the same time
move the black into an easy potable position for his
opponent. 9-8 down then came the game of
the night. The old fox of the team, Mr Dave (there's never any pressure)
Williamson, showing everyone how to grind out a result even if it looks like
you have no right to win. Dave showed some great safety play until he eventually
got his opponent to commit suicide. Dave pushed his opponent into a corner, then
came the best safety shot ever from his opponent. Potting a table length black,
even though he had two of his own balls remaining.