Words matter. These are the best Sid Waddell Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
He’s as cool as a prized marrow!
There hasn’t been this much excitement since the Romans fed the Christians to the Lions.
Well as giraffes say, you don’t get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.
You can get the dart player out of the pub, but you can’t get the pub out of the dart player.
It’s a form of mental and verbal gymnastics, and one of the things that appeals to me most about commenting on darts is that no one knows exactly what I’m going to come out with next – and neither do I.
I’m a postmodern commentator, and so, in a cheeky parallel to James Joyce or James Kelman, I get to places, verbally, that are a little unusual – when I talk about Jocky Wilson and end up sounding like a Jackson Pollock of the commentary box.
When Alexander of Macedon was 33, he cried salt tears because there were no more worlds to conquer. Eric Bristow is only 27.
The thing about darts is that you’ve got to shout. It’s not like cricket where you can talk to Michael Atherton and ask him to analyse the bloody nuances. Darts does not have nuances. You’ve got to hurl yourself at it.
At various points, I’ve had a massive chip on me shoulder. I had fights about me accent with loads of those fellers you get from third-class public schools. They used to think I was speaking German.
I talk fast because I’m asthmatic, and I’m desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.
The atmosphere is so tense, if Elvis walked in, with a portion of chips… you could hear the vinegar sizzle on them.
The players are under so much duress, it’s like duressic park out there!
It’s like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline.
The thing with darts players is they have always appeared available. They don’t have to live like monks. I’ve only ever met one dry player in 35 years.
He looks about as happy as a penguin in a microwave.
Golden rule of life: never underestimate your rivals.
That was like throwing three pickled onions into a thimble!
He’s about as predictable as a Wasp on speed.
Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.
