‘A miraculous work of sports Pulp Fiction’ – How Ronnie O’Sullivan defied time to cement legacy as snooker GOAT

The totemic Crucible Theatre in Sheffield began May by shredding nerves to a pulp with more razzmatazz lined up before the month is out. After Ronnie O’Sullivan’s name reverberated wildly around the taut little venue in celebration of a wonderful seventh World Championship victory, Jarvis Cocker – lead singer of the local Britpop band Pulp – is due in town to discuss his new book Good Pop, Bad Pop.

Ad/> When the Crucible somehow gets back to its day job – beyond the wonderfully frazzled 46th staging of snooker’s green-chip event – good old Jarvis will apparently discuss “whether the things we keep hidden say more about us than those we put on display”. World ChampionshipSnooker’s greatest showman O'Sullivan revealed real Ronnie in historic triumph6 HOURS AGO At the ripe young age of 46, Rocket Ronnie knows about such occurrences after 17 breathless days of Good Pot, Bad Pot that finally saw his lifetime ambition crystallize on a manic, but magical Monday.

For O’Sullivan, the things he keeps hidden perhaps says more about him than what he puts on display. The meaning of the moment was there for the 1000 or so entranced spectators to witness inside the Crucible and millions watching across the world as snooker’s man of steel was rightly overcome by his career-defining moment in the Steel City.

The glorious outpouring of emotion he revealed after finally completing the ongoing O'Sullivan opus did not require any words of explanation. For once, O’Sullivan seemed lost for them as he embraced Trump with as much warmth as a long-lost brother, green baize brothers in arms after their unique generation game was finally won 18-13 in rousing fashion by the snooker GOAT.