Sober players, dull commentators and the smoking ban killed snooker, says Donald Trelford
For many years, late November and early December was about the UK Snooker Championships. And the Easter weekend was not about church services, country walks or outings to the seaside. For me – and for thousands of others – it was about the World Snooker Championship at the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield. I used to go every year and followed the tournament avidly. I got to know the players and even wrote a book about them (Snookered, 1986). ...
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