Big fan of Phil Taylor that I am, careful analysis last week at Plymouth makes me doubt that he is primed for the Premier League title.
I think he has lost weight a bit too fast on his fitness regime and the stacking of darts around the 60 is still loose. In 2005 he was trying to kill off opponents 12-0, and did 11-1 twice. Читать далее...
I have rarely been more excited at this time of the year. It is apparently when people get most depressed as the Christmas bills come to roost and cold winds dispel what remains of the festive bonhomie. But if you’re a darts fan it’s Mardi Gras right through till May with the all-action Holsten Premier Darts League. We are starting at Plymouth on Thursday and I am licking the old Geordie lips. Читать далее...
Thus the headline in the debate section of today’s Guardian. And I sigh heavily into my Lemsip as I wrestle with the Purfleet lurgi affecting my chest and nose. After thirty years trying to expound the niceties of a working class sport that boasts character and skill, I wonder why the media can’t wake up? We don’t need fripperies – Beckham hair, Читать далее...
Well, the conflab between Chris Mason and Phil Taylor certainly had more press coverage than Tony Blair’s desperate search for a legacy! As the furore over Mason’s press outburst and alleged obscene outburst roars on, consider this….Mason has many times told me how much he respects Phil and what he has done for the sport. Читать далее...
You lot may not know it but I am an adopted Didekai – a member of the travelling fraternity. My Grannie Mary Jane sold plants to horse traders in Alwick, Northumberland in the 1930s and she taught me words like ‘gadgie’(man), ‘jugel’(dog) and the great Dide word made famous by Del Boy – ‘custy’ (sweet, great, lovely). Читать далее...