With
the greatest respect to the Haikou World Open qualifiers I’ve seen quite enough
snooker for one year and written more than enough about it.
2012
was a year in which snooker’s major titles were shared around between an elite
group of players who, under any format or system, would be the best.
Ronnie
O’Sullivan, focused throughout the 17-day Crucible marathon, won a fourth world
title.
Neil
Robertson, who has developed into one of snooker’s finest big occasion
performers, captured the Masters.
Mark
Selby, whose capacity to dig deep in matches when many others would have lost
heart is his great strength, won the UK Championship.
Selby
thus returned to the no.1 position assumed by Judd Trump, who won the new
International Championship.
Trump
had lost to a rejuvenated John Higgins in a gripping Shanghai Masters final
which reaffirmed the Scot’s ability to play his very best under pressure.
There
were ranking event wins too for Mark Allen, Ding Junhui, Peter Ebdon, Ricky
Walden and Barry Hawkins.
There
were big breaks, pressure clearances, unbelievable misses and all the drama and
excitement our game is capable of conjuring up.
Above
all, it’s been busy. Make no mistake, reports of snooker’s death have been
greatly exaggerated.
The sport now has a very solid financial
base and is expanding into hitherto unthinkable markets around the world, with
more to be explored in the years to come. It would be nice if the media would
recognise this now and again.
Before
the UK Championship there was a story on the BBC website, whose coverage of
snooker is at best sporadic, asking if Trump could rescue the sport.
Rescue
it from what exactly? Having a record number of tournaments? Or record prize
money? Or record global television audience figures?
There
are still many in the game, some players included, for whom the glass is
eternally half empty but by any objective assessment snooker is in robust
health heading into 2013.
There
have always been moans and groans, often with justification, sometimes for no
other reason than people like moaning and groaning.
But
the game goes on. It continues to challenge the players and fascinate those who
enjoy watching it.
And snooker
fans are now much better served online than in years gone by, particularly
through the wealth of snooker blogs and sites that have popped up in recent
times. These are written almost entirely by people spending their own time and
in some cases money trying to help spread the snooker world, and for this they
deserve respect.
There’s
been much to write about. 2012 saw some superb snooker matches. Among them was
O’Sullivan’s recovery against Stephen Maguire in the German Masters final.
There was Ali Carter’s win over Trump from 12-9 down in the second round of the
World Championship. There was Higgins’s recovery from 7-2 down to pip Trump in
Shanghai.
The
greatest of them all, Stephen Hendry, made a dignified exit from the stage he
once owned, retiring from competitive play at the Crucible. O’Sullivan has also
walked away, perhaps permanently.
Those
who remain, and who aspire to the achievements of these two great champions,
have a responsibility not just to entertain on table but to represent snooker
professionally. Some do it better than others but it was ever thus.
They deserve respect for their talents. Television is the game's shop window but the players keep the shop in business.
They deserve respect for their talents. Television is the game's shop window but the players keep the shop in business.
What
remains true is that snooker, like life itself, is a land of opportunity: go
out and grab it and make your dreams come true. Don't blame others if it doesn't happen.
It’s
all there for the taking in 2013. Until then, Merry Christmas everyone and all
the best for the New Year.