I will arise and go now, and go to Frimley Green,
And in a small cabin stay there, of wood and plaster made:
Nine days will I have there, away from the pdc;
And live alone in the BeeDO-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the crowd sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a maroon glow,
And evening full of Ted Hankey’s bats’ wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with Wolf sounds on the shore;
While I stand near the oche, and watch the players walk onstage
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
It speaks volumes for the BDO’s total confidence in the tournament as the pre-eminent competition in world darts that they pay piss poor prize money and still have all the best players in the world compete.
But the world championship is not about the money, nor will it ever be.
It’s about glory and establishing who is the greatest darts player in the world.