Every Christmas and New Year at Alexandra Palace there is a world darts championship, this year’s having started last week and running until 3 January. Then a week later, at Lakeside Country Club in Surrey, there’s another one.
Admittedly the latter is so drained of prestige that even the BBC can afford the television rights (for this year at least), but it’s a world championship nonetheless, with players from Lithuania and New Zealand, and finalists from as far afield as Dorset and Cambridgeshire.
The split between the two codes of the sport, like similar fissures in rugby, tennis and, of course, chess (not to mention the proliferation of governing bodies in boxing), was all about money: namely, the lack thereof for the players, and the indifference thereto of the administrators.
The administrator in this case was Olly Croft, a mutton-chopped slate tycoon…
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