Apart from the eternity it takes him to play one simple fucking shot, the fact that he readily admits to employing underhand tactics to frustrate his opponents irks me quite badly. Also he always seems to do it to my favourites, he knows full well he can't best someone with the natural talent of Ronnie without incorporating sly, psychological devices to throw him off his game, thus making the crowd sit through hour-long frames, with him pulling that quizzical look as if he's thinking of his shot (when he's just standing there attempting to aggravate his opponent by doing nothing at all) when we could be seeing free-flowing 147s instead.
Also, he fucked off to Dubai with his family and now spends every opportunity he can talking the place up, like he's bankrolled by the tourism industry. When I think the reason he left is because nobody in his street liked him.
Actually there's a very fine line, I hate him so much I have to quite admit to LOVING him.
Well not really, but seeing him get beaten does make me very happy and you can't have one without the other.
So in summary, snooker is a gentleman's game. Not for devious, sneaky bald grinders like TCE.
No wait, AND the year he won the worlds he was the luckiest fucker in the tournament, all the in form players knocked themselves out on their way to the final and TCE had a easy run.
AND remember when he brought out a single? 'Tears of a fucking clown' or something, and thought he was 'the one with the personality' amongst his contemporaries? Collapsing on the floor after a break and generally being a conceited brash pony-tailed cockerny-wanker.
I'm sure I'll think of more if you give me just a minute.