The player who pots the white when he shouldn't, with a thousand apologies.
The player who is snappy with the marker.
The player who drops cigar ash on the cloth.
The player who hates to lose.
The player who would much rather that you won. This type is a joy to play with, unless towards the end he too patently ceases to try.
The player who, after the stroke, tells you what you ought to have done.
The player who talks to the balls, particularly to the red. "Now then, red," he says, "don't go into baulk;" or, "Stop just by that pocket;" or "White, don't go down."
The player who has just come from a spectacular match and keeps on trying to reproduce that shot of STEVENSON's.
