March 4, 1945
Diving into my pile of snooker letters, I’ve dug out an amazing incident sent by Mr. Martin Finn, of Birmingham. Requiring three for game at billiards he was left with the red tight against the top cushion, the opposing white in baulk and his own ball in hand.
Mr. Finn shaped for a losing hazard off the red and his opponent stood over the pocket to watch the shot.
The white did what was expected of it. It flew into the pocket, hit the back hard, shot up in the air, struck the opponent on the forehead and then dropped back into the pocket, while the opponent dropped on to the floor clutching his head.
Yes, he was out for some time.
(The People: March 4, 1945)
"Play Up, Liverpool" 