'Nobody remembers the runner up' goes the saying, or something like it.
It had been my first major ranking darts tournament - one I'd been intent to impress at.
Unfortunately, the old gods had not been on my side. Fate, especially...The bastard.
I'd gone down 5-0, my worst showing in a match ever. But I was convinced my opponent had cheated.
That was it in my eyes; an injustice. Something snapped inside me.
Nobody remembers the runner up, goes the saying. Well they do when you murder the winner when he's on stage. Nobody will dare forget my name now.