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Sid Lane

A.T. Dodd - Stanley Bell Classic

 

 

Here’s one to get the ball rolling about 20 years ago about good old Sid Lane

Sid Lane

Sid Lane was one of the finest characters in Liverpool and was well known by many. He was a great billiards player and has some cracking sayings. He couldn’t half tell a story and was great company. Sid was also part of Huyton Cons for many years and will be missed by many I know.

Ian Brumby and I were lucky enough to be with him at Pontins the year he made his record-breaking century. We weren’t really sure how old he was (not sure if he knew himself actually) but he must have been well into his mid 60’s. Somehow, upstairs, on the crappiest tables you could play on, and with about another 100 people in the room in what can only be described as a cattle market, Sid strolled around the table, hanky in back pocket, and made the best 101 break you’ve ever seen. The long stuff came out three times to roll reds in down the cushion and he must have went into the pack about five or six times just nudging the odd one out each time. Only a tricky yellow with the spider spoiled the total clearance. Never-the-less it was a 101 break by probably the oldest amateur in the world to ever make one. Guinness book of Records people let me know if it’s been beat. Strange thing was, (and this is true) it had been 44 years since he last made a snooker century that was in 1939. Someone then announced on the tannoy we could be due for another world war then.

He loved his snooker and billiards and loved to have a bet. He definitely considered himself a good judge of a player and given the number of money matches he won and bet on, who could argue. Ian Brumby and I would travel all over the UK playing in various events and money matches with Sid and these are times we’ll never forget.

 

Probably the most famous money match though was with Ian against a former professional and English Amateur snooker Champion. The match was to be played over two legs, home and away. In the first they played first to best of eleven frames or first to 6 frames for £500. In the first match Ian went 5-1 down and was all but beat. Sid, trying to claw some of his money back, decided to ask the oppositions manager did he fancy having £25 a frame from here on in. After all, the match was practically lost and he might get £25 quid back if he was lucky. For sure, the most he could lose was another £25. They shook hands and another bet was on.

Being the gritty never-say-die type, Brumby won the next frame to make it 2-5 so Sid had £25 quid back at least. The, he won another, and another and another. Now it was 5-5 and Sid had at least £100 saved and now might even win the match. Ian played great and also won the last frame. So that’s 5 x £25 for each frame making £125 and another £500 for the actual original bet on the match so Sid won £625 from what looked like a lost cause.

Needless to say the opposition wasn’t very happy.

A week later was the return match was for another £500 and was also first to 6 again. Ian was flying and this time it was he who went 5-1 up. The opposition’s manager scurried over and asked Sid if this time he could have £25 a frame from here on in.

Sid coughed then said, “ You can F*** Off !  - Classic!

Ian won 6-1 by the way.

 

A.T. Dodd - Stanley Bell Classic

 

The 2007 semi-final of the Stanley Bell team Championships was level at 2-2 in frames and with just a couple of reds left all looked lost for Huyton as the home side Hopwood, looked like they had booked their place in the final. The referee seemed to delight in shouting out "One" when they potted an opening red and then decided to say nothing as the background noise grew when Dodd was at the table. One player even used his mobile to ring a friend to say how they were almost surely in the final. All looked very bleak indeed, especially when a miss was also called against Alan as he fell even further behind with just three reds left. More salt in the open wound

 

Time for a bit of History

 

However, they hadn't counted on the gritty determination that lies in all good scousers. Had they forgotten what happened when Liverpool were 3-0 down at half time in the European cup final to the best team in the world! Did they really think we were going to just give up!

 

A.T. Dodd gradually wound himself into what can only be described as a cocoon of concentration and self-belief. Every safety shot had the balls 11-12 feet apart. Then the safety's turned into snookers, turning the screw even tighter. His opponent had done nothing wrong and looked somewhat bemused as every time he came to the table all he could see was trouble.

 

An unexpected miss was then called by the Hopwood referee against his own player. Was he trying to balance things up after the earlier decision? Alan duly had the balls replaced. Now he could win! The next attempt at the escape was successful but A.T. was in control again. Three of A.T.'s next four safety’s resulted in wicked snookers and the Hopwood player was really under it now. With one red left Dodd found himself with a free ball. He considered all the options and then made his first misjudgment in over 30 minutes. With all that had gone on though Hopwood couldn't convert the chance.

 

Dodd was thrown a last lifeline and was left a long red cueing from near the side cushion. Up came the cue butt and A.T. stroked it in beautifully. A tricky pink followed with the extension and then a superb long yellow. The crowd hushed and Huyton crept to the edge of their seats. Could he? - Surely not!

 

 

 

 

 

A great pressure green saw the cue ball ping slowly off the side cush and flick the brown and then, in slow motion, roll a little further to land in perfect position on the brown. A roar of "C'mon" drowned the room. This had become a real chance and Hopwood were suddenly now seeing their certain victory snatched away.  

 

In went the brown. The finish on the blue wasn't perfect, a little straight. A look at the board told Dodd if he potted the blue then he was one point ahead and guaranteed a black ball fight. In went the blue. Now and long half ball pink from the baulk line with the pink on its spot. The black was still awkward near the side cushion. The pink missed!

 

Agonizingly it stopped near the yellow pocket. Hopwood could win again. Hopwood potted the pink. Deadly silence. He went for the black. It rattled and missed.

 

The Huyton crowd all rose as one, as the balls came to rest. A chance - It would be a straightish shot with the rest to the green side black pocket.

 

This was it! - His moment had arrived. All the effort had suddenly boiled down to this. The clock showed one minute past midnight. The bewitching hour was here and Hopwood had fell under A.T.'s spell.

 

An hour’s play in the final frame and the atmosphere could be cut with a knife. A packed house hushed as A.T. composed himself and settled into the shot. Fixed in position, deadly silence fell again. Smack! Off set the black and with still a foot to go to the pocket Dodd was up and roared, "Get in" - everyone else waited. It was in! - He’d done it! - Huyton were in the final and Dodd had pulled off the escape of the tournament. Huyton exploded and his players bouncing and screaming engulfed A.T, as he was lost in the middle. Somehow he managed to rise from the huddle with a raised fist and a cry of Yes!

 

Hopwood were left literally speechless. The celebrations continued and A.T. Dodd had made himself a little bit of history and a win that will be remembered for a very long time.

 

Well done A.T. Dodd

 

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