CAPTAIN?

Don't think so...

"The 2nd. Mate's name was Carter,
By God he was a farter,
When the wind wouldn't blow
And the ship wouldn't go -
Carter the farter would start her."

Much as I admire his prowess on the snooker table, I was dismayed at his testosterone explosion when he beat Ronnie two days ago.

He's currently level 4-4 with the Welsh potting machine, Mark Williams in the quarter-finals.

Rooting for Mark OK?