Luca Brecel potted the red that put the world title beyond Mark Selby’s grasp, turned around to eyeball the crowd and threw out his arms: are you not entertained?
He had won this tournament with a reckless abandon rarely seen at the Crucible, and certainly not in the final. There have been plenty of attacking champions before but few have done it with such nonchalance. Ten minutes before each session Brecel made the short walk from his hotel to the stage door behind the theatre, took off his jacket and walked out to play.
