I’m not questioning his ability on the snooker table, because he is unquestionably one of, if not the, best player the snooker world has ever seen. Natual talent and ability, entertaining and amazing power. He really used to be a role model for wannabe snooker players.
Notice I say “used” to be, though. Because frankly, I’m getting bored of him forever complaining about snooker – the sport that has made him a millionaire, given him media spotlight and made it OK to have a father in jail for murder.
Every time he finishes a match, he makes comments like “I really don’t care”, “couldn’t care less if I win or lose” and “snooker bores me now”. Example? Here to name but one. Further searches on BBC and the web will reveal similar examples.
Why? What is his problem? Why is he always feeling so bloody sorry for himself? Being an international sportsman takes hard work and commitment, but I can think of about a squillion people who would give some part of their respective genitalia to be in his position. And all he can do is whinge about it. It’s getting tiring.
“Oh my God, I’m so good, I mean, I’m obviously the best in the world, and you know, it’s really tiring and boring, and well, I dunno, I can’t deal with being so good”.
UPDATE: It seems I’m not the only one who feels this way.