My kind of Hurricane

You did not learn snooker to be World No 1, at least not in Pune. You devoted 15 hours a day to the table because of the aura of machismo that surrounded it.
The smoking, drinking, gambling… and the stories. The snooker table was always surrounded by the old pros with stories. Of them, Alex Higgins, who died this past week, was legend.
He gave snooker its ‘cool for bad boy to play’ status. As the old uncles told it, he drank, smoked, threatened players, made millions, lost it all, and all the time, played magnificent snooker. R.I.P., Alex.