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I Potted A Long Red
I Potted A Long Red
I potted a long red and gave out a scream,
as it was the best shot that I'd ever seen.
Still needing 8 snookers, I thought this could mean
the start of a comeback. The best that there's been!
I needed to focus and not start to dream,
as my best ever break was only sixteen!
I potted the black and gave out a scream
as I'd aimed for the green in the wo...
Friday 1st September 2017 11:30 am
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