You might look at what I do with the Player of the Month and
Moment of the Month pieces for a few months and think that there is a link. The
difference is the Player of the Month will take on the angle of describing
player performances with statistics and all the rest of it in the cold machine
like way. Whereas, Moment of the Month comes more from the heart talking of the
most emotion grabbing moments of a particular month in the snooker world both
for the player or players involved and for the fans.
That is why we start in January with moment of the month by
looking at a different angle on Shaun Murphy’s Masters win and what it meant to
him, and what it meant to his army of fans (including myself) and why it was
such a great moment for all of those reasons.
The main background and context to the situation is this. A
world champion in 2005, a UK Champion in December 2008, it had been 6 years and
1 month since that win when he turned up at the Alexandra Palace in January
this year looking to complete the Triple Crown. In 2012 he had his best chance
to that point, being beating by Neil Robertson in the final. He could not take
out revenge for that defeat a year later in 2013 when he lost in the
semi-finals 6-2 to the Australian. When he lost in the 2014 Masters semi-final
I believe we saw a reaction from Shaun that had been brewing up inside of him
for a long time.
He was actually incredibly frustrated just a week earlier at
the Championship League when, on the second day of group one he went to pieces
and was nearly relegated, surviving in 5th place as other results
went his way. The snooker he had exhibited was far from his usual standard. To
say he was down in the dumps would be an understatement. Things came together
the next day when he came from 2-0 down to beat Mark Davis 3-2 when everything
clicked during a 147 maximum break.
Skip forward a week and he came from 4-2 down to beat Ding
Junhui 6-4 in the first round of the Masters. On Thursday in the quarter-finals
he got off to a slow start again but showed what he was about coming from 4-1
down to win 6-4 against Marco Fu. The semi-finals was a different story
altogether. A 6-1 loss to Mark Selby might not look like the end of the world
but it was another addition to the growing list of Shaun’s final, semi-final
and quarter-final defeats since his last major. He contemplated his career and
the direction things were heading in and thought of doing something else.
So, a year later, he played Mark Selby again in the first
round of the 2015 Masters. Demons needed to be expelled but the build-up for
Shaun was not ideal. He had been ill with a chest infection and only been
practising during the latter parts of the week ahead of the match on the first
Sunday afternoon. After storming into a 5-1 lead, he was quickly pegged back to
5-5 but to get over the line there did him a lot of good. Who knows what his
reaction would have been if he had have lost that one.
He had plenty of time to reflect before coming back on the
Friday evening to play Stephen Maguire. Once again he had to do it the hard way
from 2-0 down but I had the belief that going into that match, he was going to
win the tournament.
When I woke up on the Tuesday morning the thought that filled my
brain and I still have no idea why, was that Shaun Murphy WAS going to win the
Masters and that may or may not be down to a dream I had whilst tucked up in
bed on Monday evening that involved Shaun lifting the crystal. I played the
thoughts down in case he did lose and I looked like a nutter, and the only person
I have told about that as I write this is my brother when I saw him on the
following Tuesday after Shaun had won the trophy.
I sent my best wishes to
Shaun after each of his victories, and following the semi-final win against
Mark Allen, with the belief still there that he was going to win, no doubt, I
decided to play it down on my blog too and predict a Neil Robertson win as my
record had been pretty abysmal on the tipping front at that time, as a sort of
reverse psychology play. Sorry Neil.
My text to Shaun on Saturday night
concluded “I've got a feeling you’ll do the job tomorrow”. Nowhere in the dreams or
visions had anyone sent me wind of a 10-2 winning score line but I guess that
really was revenge for the 2012 and 2013 defeats at the Australians hands as he
dominated him from start to finish in the same way Robertson had done in the
years previously. At the end a little punch of the table when the winning ball
had gone down told you all you needed to know. He had done it at last. The
pressure was off. The chains of Masters disappointment that had dragged him
down a year earlier were finally released from him. The sense I got from his
statements afterwards to Hazel was a sense of relief and genuine happiness.
He fully deserved the win and for the manner in which he did
it he will now go down in history as one of the games greats, as a Triple Crown
winner.
There you have our first nominee for the title of the best moment in snooker for 2015, plenty more are to come and you will find out who is next tomorrow when I announce my winner for February.
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