Page 87

Page 87 All about Snooker Ronnie O'Sullivan - Jimmy White - Judd Trump

09/10/2025

He sent the cameraman the wrong way! This is 5D chess on a snooker table. 🎥😂

09/10/2025

He was just trying to pot the red. The position was pure luck.

09/10/2025

Ronnie O'Sullivan is not just the most talented player in history; he's also the most unpredictable. In 2016, during the Welsh Open, he provided a moment that perfectly captured his controversial genius. While on course for a maximum 147 break—the pinnacle of snooker perfection—he paused mid-break to ask the referee what the prize money was for the achievement.

Upon hearing it was "only" £10,000, O'Sullivan's demeanor changed. He proceeded to pot the final pink, but instead of positioning the cue ball for the black to complete the 147, he deliberately played a simple shot, ending his break at 146.

The reaction was immediate and explosive. One side hailed it as a brilliant protest. They argued that O'Sullivan, as the sport's biggest star, was making a valid point: the governing body was undervaluing perfection, and the prize was not fitting for such a monumental feat of skill. They saw it as an act of an artist refusing to sell his masterpiece for cheap.

However, many others saw it as an act of pure arrogance and disrespect. Critics argued that he had insulted the fans who paid to see him, the tournament sponsors, and the sport itself. They felt he should be grateful for any prize and that his actions showed a blatant disregard for the game's traditions. The incident remains a flashpoint for debate: was it a principled stand or supreme arrogance?

In Beijing 2017, Ronnie O’Sullivan produced one of the purest 147s you’ll ever see — flawless angles, delicate spin, cue...
08/10/2025

In Beijing 2017, Ronnie O’Sullivan produced one of the purest 147s you’ll ever see — flawless angles, delicate spin, cue ball glued to perfection. And yet, despite the brilliance, Elliot Slessor walked away the winner 6–2. Proof that even snooker’s greatest genius can be outplayed on the day.

Here’s the swerve – subtle left-hand spin, shallow contact, and the ball bends just enough to clip the red. One of the p...
07/10/2025

Here’s the swerve – subtle left-hand spin, shallow contact, and the ball bends just enough to clip the red. One of the purest demonstrations of cue-ball physics you’ll ever see.

07/10/2025

They put him in jail. He responded by breaking the laws of physics. 🤯

Trump called the shots. Robertson called the finish. 🎱 A re-spotted black, a ruthless 131 clearance, and Berlin witnesse...
07/10/2025

Trump called the shots. Robertson called the finish. 🎱 A re-spotted black, a ruthless 131 clearance, and Berlin witnessed the upset of the German Masters.

Snooker is supposed to be about calm precision… but sometimes the referees steal the show. 🎱 From dropping balls to argu...
06/10/2025

Snooker is supposed to be about calm precision… but sometimes the referees steal the show. 🎱 From dropping balls to arguing with Ronnie O’Sullivan and Jimmy White, these mistakes changed matches and sent players over the edge. Was it human error, or pure injustice? Watch the chaos unfold 👇

Is this the most boring 147 ever? His cue ball control is so perfect there’s no excitement. I prefer watching players st...
03/10/2025

Is this the most boring 147 ever? His cue ball control is so perfect there’s no excitement. I prefer watching players struggle and recover. Change my mind. 👇

03/10/2025

The silence in the Crucible that May night in 1982 was a physical thing. I was 37, playing Ray Reardon in the World Championship final, leading 17-15. One frame for the title. But I wasn't just Alex Higgins, the 'Hurricane'; I was the guy fighting years of my own chaos, and this final frame was my only shot at redemption.

I had put my wife, Lynne, and my boy, Alex Jr., through so much turmoil with my temperament and my habits. I knew this victory had to be the payment, the proof that I could finally get it right when it truly mattered. Every shot felt like a deliberate, focused act of will. I managed to compile a small, precious lead.

When I lined up the final black ball, the silence returned, suffocating and complete. My heart pounded against my ribs. It wasn't about the trophy anymore. I struck it clean. The black rolled home.

The roar was deafening, but I didn't care about the referee or the handshake. I frantically searched the crowd, waving my arms, shouting into the chaos: "Where's my baby? Where's my baby?"

They brought Lynne and Alex Jr. down to the floor. The moment I held them—my baby boy and my wife—I just dissolved. All the years of pressure, all the fighting, all the inner pain came pouring out in raw, unfiltered tears.

That feeling, standing there clutching them, the championship trophy forgotten on the table, was the real prize. It was realizing, in that single, raw moment, that the biggest win wasn't the title. It was having them there. I was the champion of the world, but more importantly, I was finally present for my family.

02/10/2025

My toughest opponent in 2021 wasn't at the snooker table. It was the darkness inside my own head.

My wife, Vikki, my rock, was fighting cancer. I felt like I was drowning. Every day, just picking up the cue felt impossible. How can you focus on winning when you’re terrified of losing everything that truly matters?

Somehow, I made it to the World Championship final. It all came down to the last black. As I lined up the shot, the roaring crowd went silent in my mind. I saw Vikki’s face. This wasn’t for the title. It was for her. All the fear, the hospital visits, the sleepless nights… I poured every ounce of it into that one shot.

The ball dropped.

I didn’t feel victory; I felt a wave of pure relief. I burst into tears and rushed to her in the crowd. That hug wasn't a champion celebrating. It was a husband, who had been through hell, holding on to his entire world. That title wasn't about snooker. It was a promise we kept to each other in the dark.

Remember when they said no one could ever beat Steve Davis? They were wrong. Remember when they said Stephen Hendry was ...
01/10/2025

Remember when they said no one could ever beat Steve Davis? They were wrong.
Remember when they said Stephen Hendry was the final GOAT? They were wrong again.
Now they say Ronnie O'Sullivan is the most talented player in history.
History has a habit of repeating itself. So the real question is... WHO'S NEXT? 🤔 Or is Ronnie truly the last of his kind?

Address


Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Page 87 posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Shortcuts

  • Want your business to be the top-listed Media Company?

Share