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All he had to do was pot the black.
He'd done it a million times before.
It was sitting right over the pocket and he would never get an easier shot at winning a tournament than this. And with a maximum break too.
He lined up the shot.
A man in the audience coughed.
He sliced the cue forward and tore the baize on the table, only lightly touching the cue ball. It rolled forward and touched the black ball.
The ball teetered over the edge of the pocket, but didn't sink.