The
qualifiers for the Australian Goldfields Open have begun, with places available
for 16 qualifiers in Bendigo in July, joining the top 16 seeds.
Note:
the top 16 seeds rather than the top 16. Half of the elite group have declined
the chance to go to Australia.
Prize
money for this ranking tournament is significantly lower than the other events,
especially when you factor in the expense of getting there.
Players
who feel they don’t need to go are not going, although this isn’t necessarily
the whole story. One top player who hasn’t entered told me he would have done
had the event been played in a big Australian city rather than the back of
beyond.
Australia
has a long snooker heritage but the game has always been a peripheral activity
compared to other sports, particularly those played outside.
Neil
Robertson, who has worked hard to promote the Goldfields Open, took up the game
because his father ran a snooker club in Melbourne. But many of his
peers were out playing Aussie Rules and cricket instead.
Vinnie
Calabrese seems to be a promising prospect and has joined the tour this year.
He follows in the footsteps of several Aussies of snooker times past.
It’s
often said that the best cueist of all time was Walter Lindrum, the former
world billiards champion. His nephew, Horace, won the 1957 World Snooker
Championship from a field of two after all the top players boycotted the
tournament and staged their own.
In
the 1980s there was the toweringly tall John Campbell and Warren King, who was
runner-up to Steve James in the 1990 Mercantile Classic. But the great figure
in Australian snooker in the TV age was Eddie Charlton, who three times
finished runner-up in the World Championship and who also promoted tournaments
in his home country.
Eddie
was a hard case; a tough as old boots snooker warrior. He would have laughed
heartily at claims of ‘burnout’ – this is a man who used to undertake hundreds
of flights between the UK and Australia and think nothing of it.
He
had been a surfer, a cricketer, a boxer and very probably wrestled crocodiles
of a weekend.
At
the table, Charlton had a win at all costs approach which meant less pushing
the boat out and more tethering it to the nearest post. He less threw caution
to the wind than locked caution up in a dank cellar and threw away the key.
He
once beat Cliff Thorburn 10-9 at 2.40am at the Crucible. A journalist asked him
afterwards if he had considered the crowd and the entertainment value of the
match.
His
response was: “F*ck the crowd, I’m here to win.”
His
safety game caused all manner of trauma for hapless opponents and he rarely put
any side on the cueball, meaning he wasn’t as proficient a break-builder as
some of the other players of his era.
That
said, he made the first ever century at the Crucible in 1977. He had also made
the first century in the BBC’s Pot Black, a title he won three times.
Eddie
was never world champion but was without peer in one area: swearing. Many who
played him attested to this. Had the £250 fines been in operation back then he may
have gone bankrupt.
Superbly,
he also reverted to Aussie stereotype when he felt he had a point to make. He
once read something a journalist colleague of mine had written which he didn’t
like and so marched into the pressroom and called him a ‘Pommie shirt-lifter.’
Charlton’s
longevity was proof of how much he loved the game. Into his 60s he beat both
Jimmy White and John Parrott in ranking events, although it was Parrott who
delivered a wounding moment, the only 10-0 whitewash at the Crucible in their
first round match in 1992.
Earlier
that season Charlton had reached the final of the first World Seniors
Championship, losing 5-4 in the final to Cliff Wilson.
He
did some BBC commentary but time inevitably caught up with this formidable
character and he eventually fell off the tour.
Charlton
died in 2004 but even then his remarkable attributes were brought to the fore. The
WPBSA forgot to take him off the ranking list but did remove someone who had
retired. Therefore, in death, Steady Eddie actually rose up the rankings.
The charismatic Quinten
Hann looked like he could take Australian snooker forwards. He had the looks
and he had the game but lacked the professionalism. During one World
Championship he won his first round match, flew back to Australia then came
back to the UK and lost in the second round.
Robertson
is a far more level-headed character although has had a few mishaps of the
table when it comes to preparation. This week he made a 147 in the Wuxi Classic
qualifiers – a great break, by the way. However, Mark King tweeted that
Robertson had to borrow Matt Selt’s playing gear as he had forgotten to bring
his own.
It’s
hard to see too many Australian players following in Robertson’s considerable
footsteps. Sadly, his many achievements have barely made a ripple in the media
back home.
This
is a shame because his story is inspiring: leaving his family to come to the UK
with £500 in his pocket, pursuing his dreams and ambitions and realising them.
Neil’s
own brother, Marc, gave it a go this year by entering Q School but failed to qualify for the main tour.
This
is the last of the Australian Goldfield Open’s initial three-year deal. Whether
it returns to the calendar remains to be seen.
It
would be a shame to lose it because the Australian snooker public have waited a
long time after Charlton for another world class player and, now they have one,
they’d like to see him up close, doing their country proud.