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Death of a genius
Watching Ronnie O'Sullivan lose 11-13 last night to Peter Ebdon after being 8-2 up was something of a depressing spectacle, particularly when Ronnie's frustration became so much he dragged his nails across his forehead so deep that there was a bright red mark there for the last hour or so of the match.
Ebdon - tenacious, but not a natural talent - had slowed down to a snail's pace (5 minutes to make a break of 12) and it got to Ronnie more and more. At one point he could be seen sitting slumped in his chair with his hand entirely covering his face: "Is there no relief from the sheer pain of existence?" I doubt it, Ronnie, but I'm right there with you.
Ebdon - tenacious, but not a natural talent - had slowed down to a snail's pace (5 minutes to make a break of 12) and it got to Ronnie more and more. At one point he could be seen sitting slumped in his chair with his hand entirely covering his face: "Is there no relief from the sheer pain of existence?" I doubt it, Ronnie, but I'm right there with you.