Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Let's hear it for the boy!

With youth, poise, porcelain yet freckled features and undercover ranga locks, Neil Robertson is outwardly the picture of an average bloke.

A dye job to die for

But inwardly, the voices of his inner champion cannot be silenced.

Irrefutable evidence for this utterly un-outlandish statement can be found in his rise and rise at the world championships. For snooker.

This man is a tour-de-force of accuracy and strategic inaccuracy, as he unleashes a thorough hammering of balls into holes with the use of a long, lean stick (among other things).

Into the last 8 you go little one. And what with friends who are nifty with Flash, what more could you want?

A replica of the HMAS Endeavour.

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