I'm not a great lover of darts. I find the insistence of the half-time fag-smoking, beer belly incumberanced competitors that it is a sport not a game a bit rich.
But I found myself watching on BBC2 the final of the World Darts from the Lakeside last night and the favourite Martin Adams take a predictable six sets to nil lead in the first-to-seven match against outsider Phil Nixon. One for victory.
At this point there was a break. After this Phil, who his brother said had been advised 'just chuck the darts at the board' making you wonder what he had been doing up to this point, came out and won six sets in a row too. 6-6.
What reserves do you find in your inner psyche to win six and equalise from 6-0 down? And what more do you find to be dragged back to 6-6 and then do what Adams did and go on to win?
Big bellys, but cool heads. Entertaining.