Welcome to Part Two of my story about growing up with the Italian game. If you missed Part One you can catch up here. It was the summer of 1980 and after watching the European Championships staged in Italy myself and friends were looking forward to the season ahead following our teams in the domestic league’s in England. We spent most of the days playing Cricket and then Football as the season drew nearer. My birthday in June was pretty special I was lucky enough to have been brought a snooker and pool table measuring 6 foot by 3 foot along with a set of both snooker and pool balls. The table would take pride and place in our spare downstairs room which we actually called the front room due to it being located at the front of our house (no science needed right). We lived in quite a good sized house, it was a council house with 3 bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, upstairs toilet, bathroom, downstairs toilet, the front room and a huge garden front and back.