Zitat des Tages von Eric Bristow:
I love cheese and biscuits, the stronger the better.
The Crafty Cockney had a picture of the owner dressed up as a copper, so I brought it home, wore it on TV and the name just stuck.
Trouble is, I don't get to play a lot at the moment because I've just signed a contract where I've got to do 200 shows a year in pubs, so the golf's fallen away a bit.
I like a drink, mate. I'll have maybe 10 or 12 pints on a good night out.
All this cuddling and kissing on stage these days, well it's all right in football when someone scores a goal, but not when you're playing darts.
You can't drink too many otherwise you can't see what you're throwing at.
You eat when you're hungry, and I'm not normally hungry in the mornings.
I was born at the right time. I was a freak - the only young player when darts took off in the 1970s.
I remember when we were in the World Cup in Australia and I had to win the singles against Tony Payne, best of seven legs, to win it. I was 2-0 down but ended up beating him 4-2.
I play a lot of charity golf mainly. I'm a bandit 18 if I play two or three times a week.
It's all right buying all these good players but they've got to gel, and that takes time.
Mark my words, Michael Van Gerwen will knock Phil Taylor off his perch one day and be the best darts player on the planet.
I don't read books.
Nah, I don't watch TV either, apart from a few sports programmes. I just don't have the time.
My dad bought me a dartboard for my 11th birthday, and I became intrigued by the game.
Hopefully I've given something back to darts, which has been brilliant to me. Hopefully I made it a bit popular when I first started; I was part of the breakaway, and I also created a monster, so I think I've done a little bit.
Any sport where people earn a lot of money you are going to get groupies.
I have two bowls of confidence for breakfast each morning.
In 1987 I got dartitis, a psychological condition which means you can't let your darts go properly. For a time, I wondered what the hell I was going to do if I didn't recover. But I remained positive and, thankfully, got over it. It occurred during the Swedish Open when I found I couldn't let the darts go.
My dad was an Arsenal supporter and he used to take me there, but I've always been Chelsea.
I've got a nice little crafty deal with the people in Barbados; 10 days out there teaching the locals how to play darts for an hour a day. Get paid for that as well.
