Eric Bristow

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you have something wrong with you, you seem to build up on other things. These guys were huge. Nobody messed with them, and because of this nobody messed with our team and that was a good thing because it kept me out of trouble. There was one league, we played 1001, and it was an eight-man team. They put me first man. I used to have to start on a double, so I started on double six. That got me off straight away and bang I’d be murdering the opposition.
    Away from the pub I was working. I had a number of jobs, all in a short space of time. I was at MFI for a while, sometimes selling in the shop and other times delivering goods in a van. I worked with a bloke called Ron who was nutty as a fruitcake. He had about six kids and his wife didn’t have one of them in hospital. He firmly believed a woman’s place was in the home, and more specifically in the kitchen, and shortly after she’d given birth upstairs he’d say to her, ‘Right, well done love, now pop down to the kitchen and make me a nice cup of tea.’ He was old school. She may have had the baby but he still expected his dinner on the table at half past five and his shirts washed and ironed.
    I also worked in the City as a proofreader for the newspapers. I had to make sure the spellings were right and commas were in the right place, that sort of thing. I did that for two or three months then quit, mainly through boredom. Another job I had was at a clothing factory, bringing the cloth from the vans. This was where I met Sully. We used to go in to work on a Friday or Saturday in our baggiest clothes, nick a suit, put it on underneath and walk out with it at the end of the day. I must have been the only fifteen-year-old in the country with thirty-five suits in his wardrobe. Another lad who worked there was the real pro. He’d steal suits, wear them, then walk into offices carrying a briefcase and looking the works. The people there didn’t bat an eyelid because he looked so smart. They thought he was a businessman who’d come to see their boss. Once inside he’d start rifling through the desks, taking whatever he could. I saw him come out of places with all sorts of things, including people’s lunchtime sandwiches. He would’ve made a fortune today with laptops and things like that to steal. At the factory I was the cloth room boy, and if the cutters wanted to make suits upstairs they’d tell me to bring up a thousand yards of this or that. I’d take it up there and they’d cut the suits in the cutting room.
    I was earning twelve quid a week when I was fifteen, but by that time I was playing a tournament on a Friday and more often than not I’d win it and get fifty pounds. Then I’d play another tournament on a Saturday, maybe a singles tournament for sixty pounds, and another on a Sunday for say forty pounds. I was winning one or two of these every other weekend, so that was the end of the jobs. What was the point of working all week for twelve pounds when I could earn about fifty pounds a week playing three days of darts? I became a full-time darts player and hustler, making money from the darts tournaments and from the people who challenged me at these tournaments or in the pub – this could have been at pool as well because I was also good at this game and I won quite a bit of cash playing that too. I played darts in a Monday league, Tuesday league, Wednesday league, Friday league and for one called the Loughton League. In this league was a team from the Bank of England and we played them at their main HQ. Every year it became a bit of a jolly boys’ outing for the pub and we’d get coachloads of supporters coming to watch us, not because we were good or they wanted us to win, but because the bar was subsidised and you could get things like double vodkas for five pence or a pint for two pence. It was party night for them, regardless of whether we won or lost. They couldn’t give a toss about the darts if truth be told. They didn’t go to any other
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