The Day Of The Jackal

In what was certainly the match of the season so far The Jackal, in front of a crowd of 3, finally edged out The Fist on the final black of the 4th frame after 3 hours and 20 minutes of gripping snooker. The first frame saw both players set out their stall to give nothing away, absolutely nothing. Ten minutes for the first pot. The Jackal found his attacking range quicker but The Fist replied in this chess like encounter. It went to the colours and was won by a great pink from The Jackal. The Fist came out more determined in the 2nd frame and ground ahead as The Jackal started to sweat, literally. It seemed the Jackal had been forced into submission but he potted great a brown, blue, pink and then produced the fluke of the tournament to win on the black. There then followed a mild celebration by The Jackal. The Fist showing a great temperament refused to lie down, and The Jackal buoyed by success changed his style to all out attack. The third frame was quicker and The Fist forged ahead , The Jackal fought back, but The Fist held him off on the pink to take it. On to the final frame. The Fist was immense but The Jackal scented victory. The Fist was close to victory playing great snooker but at the death The Jackal potted some great colours again. It was down to the final black and a fine pot from The Jackal sealed it. This great game showed the league is wide open and competitive. Believe me, this was classic drama.

Quotes :

The Jackal " can I go to bed now ?"
The Fist "I thought Carl would win, but I knew I had a chance because he is shit. I am just shitter"

Frame scores:

The Jackal  3-1 The Fist. 41(8) - 31(7), 32(9) - 31(8), 66(8) - 67(8), 36(9) - 35(9)