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Alex Higgins: George Best with a snooker cue

Higgins in typical pose at the World Championships

When Alex Higgins finally succumbed to throat cancer at the age of 61 it was not only Belfast that lost one of its favourite sons.

The fiery Ulsterman, found dead at his Belfast flat on Saturday, made the Manchester region his adopted home while at the height of his fame – and occasional notoriety.

Higgins – the self-styled ‘people’s champion’ – was a regular fixture in local night spots and would happily chat to punters.

Later, as his career and health spiralled downwards, he was reduced to challenging all-comers in snooker halls for £5 a frame.

Higgins, snooker’s first anti-hero, spent nearly two decades living in the region after first coming over to play in exhibition matches around the time of the first of his two world championship wins, in 1972.

Sold-out halls from Wythenshawe to Oldham were packed to the rafters with fans eager to get a glimpse of the then-dour sport’s new sensation – the so-called ‘Hurricane’ who fizzed around the baize making impossible pots look easy.

Higgins, the product of a working-class estate, was met with a warm welcome – and one which he reciprocated when he eventually travelled across the water to make the region his permanent home in the 1980s.

Cheshire talent spotter Will Robinson, 43, was Higgins’ personal assistant for five years during that decade and the pair remained close to the end.

"He absolutely loved it here," said Will. "He loved the people and he loved the city."

A man with a taste for booze which would torment him in later life, Higgins quickly made a beeline for some of Manchester’s most exclusive haunts.

"He used to head to the old Soames Casino on George Street, Brambles and Charlie Chans," said Will. "Those were the places to be back then.

"He had the whole whole town mapped out. He understood Manchester. I think he knew it better when the lights were on.

"In fact, that was the only way he knew it was time to go home – when it got light."

Will, who first met Higgins when he was a 15-year-old caddying at Mere Golf Club, said that wherever he was playing he always itched to come to his northern ‘home’.

"I can remember after he lost the final of the Masters at Wembley in 1987, 9-8 to Dennis Taylor," he said. "He looked at me and said ‘Let’s go back to Manchester’.

"I think we got back at about midnight, but he still went out."

Higgins lived in Ramsbottom and Didsbury – but despite his taste for the high life, it was in leafy Mottram St Andrews where friends said he felt most at home. "He was comfortable there," said Will. "He had the golf club not far away, Wilmslow 10 minutes away and Yesterday’s, his favourite nightspot in Alderley Edge, was just down the road."

Higgins was also a big football fan.

"He loved Manchester United," said Will. "He was friends with George Best and Bryan Robson. The club have always been great with him. He also loved going to the races at Haydock."

Comparisons with Best, his hell-raising compatriot, were inevitable. Both came from Belfast to Manchester. Both were geniuses who helped transform the image of their chosen sports. And both were troubled souls with a fondness for the bottle.

Higgins, like Best, could hold an audience in the palm of his hand with his flair and breathtaking skill.

But he could also be hopelessly-self destructive and often showed his angry side. He could be violent and had a damaging hatred of snooker’s authorities.

In 1986, he headbutted a referee at the UK Championship. Despite being handed a £12,000 fine and five-tournament ban, it didn’t stop him striking again – this time with a hefty punch to the stomach of media liaison officer Coin Randle at the 1990 world championship.

He also threatened to have Dennis Taylor, the bespectacled winner of the epic 1985 final, ‘shot’.

Higgins, who won the world title a second time in 1982, earned millions in the years when snooker enjoyed huge TV audiences.

Many would say that popularity was down to Higgins himself, who was a breath of fresh air compared to his often stuffy rivals. He was spontaneous, flamboyant – and the nation loved him for it.

In an age when many snooker players would take an eternity over a seemingly straightforward shot, his speed and cavalier rejection of caution set him aside.

But he blew his fortune – and much of his reputation – in the years leading up to his death.

Left penniless after losing his luxury house to the taxman, he was divorced by two wives – Cara and Lynn – and eventually stopped from seeing his two children, Lauren and Jordan.

His health failing and his money gone, Higgins moved back to Northern Ireland to be with those who knew him best. He probably did not know it at the time, but the wanderer was going home to die.

Despite the sad inevitably of his eventual demise, it was in Manchester where a last, desperate bid to save him was launched.

Diagnosed with throat cancer in 1998 Higgins’ health had deteriorated so badly his physical appearance – once slim, angular and handsome – became a gruesome caricature of its former self. Always fashion conscious, he took to wearing cravattes to cover the scars on his neck caused by surgery.

But when he was captured in a hauntingly stark newspaper image earlier this year it was clear cancer had ravaged his body – leaving him weighing less than five stones.

That moved Will to tears – and action. He organised a fundraising event at Yang Sing restaurant, close to the Higgins' former haunts in Chinatown.

Former pals from across the region gathered on an emotional night that raised £15,000 – and gave the desperately ill Hurricane the hope of an operation to provide false teeth.

But when surgeons in Spain refused to operate due to his poor health, there was nothing more to be done.

Of the £15,000, £10,000 remains. Will said that would go towards a fitting funeral for Higgins. For a final time, Manchester will be lending a helping hand to its wayward, adopted son.

"It’s going to pay for a great send-off," said Will. "And one he deserves."

Life and times of wayward ace:

  • 1949 – March 19, born in Belfast, Northern Ireland.
  • 1960 – Starts playing snooker at the age of 11.
  • 1963 – Leaves Northern Ireland to begin a career as a jockey in England, but is released having never ridden in public and returns to Belfast.
  • 1968 – Wins the All-Ireland and Northern Ireland amateur snooker championships.
  • 1972 – After turning professional, he wins the snooker World Championship at the first attempt, beating John Spencer 37-32 in the final. It makes him the youngest winner of the world title, a record only beaten by a 21-year-old Stephen Hendry in 1990.
  • 1976 – Reaches a second World Championship final, but loses to Ray Reardon 27-16.
  • 1978 – Wins The Masters for the first time as he beats Cliff Thorburn 7-5.
  • 1980 – Loses to Thorburn 18-16 in his third World Championship final.
  • 1981 – Beats Terry Griffiths to win second Masters title.
  • 1982 – In the crowning moment of his career, wins his second world title by beating Reardon 18-15.
  • 1983 – Wins the UK Championship by beating Steve Davis 16-15 in the final in Preston.
  • 1984 – Loses UK Championship final to Davis.
  • 1986 – Head-butts UK Championship tournament director Paul Hatherell, he is fined £12,000 and banned from five tournaments.
  • 1987 – Loses Masters final to Dennis Taylor
  • 1990 – Threatens to have Taylor shot and then punches a tournament director at the World Championship, he is banned for the rest of the season.
  • 1995 – Helps the European Pool team beat the USA in the Mosconi Cup.
  • 1998 – In October, undergoes surgery to remove cancer from his throat.
  • 2005-06 – Appears at the Irish Professional Championship, but fails to get past the first round.
  • 2010 – July 24, dies at the age of 61 after a long battle with cancer.

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what a character,genius and legend. r.i.p

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Alex had a magnetism about him. An unpredictable genius on the snooker table, he was always predictable when you saw him. He would always have a chat with you, not like some of so called 'celebs' of this era who would run a mile if you tried to make eye contact with them. Alex was the true Peoples Champion!

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A true Legend, this is what all sports are missing these days a man of the people, All sports are too professional these days and players and fans have no interaction. He really is the George Best of snooker.

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Higgins took a boring game of snooker and woke it up with a vengence so that the younger people took notice,up until higgins snooker was seen as a old mans sport,but alex took the sport and made it watchable.Just like punk did.And he needs remembering for the job he did.And he did it very well.

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An absolute genius - and absolute idiot. Fantastic to watch - infuriating to read about. An enigmatic dichotemy. There's no doubt that snooker's popularity even today is down to Alex ..... and colour telly.

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flawed genius is a correct description of this man.

He made snooker what it is today and will always be remembered for that. Of course, he had his problems, that will never be denied, but for now let his memoery live on for his acheivements in snooker.

Lets see about having a minutes silence at the crucible this year for him, that would be a fitting tribute

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Hello, RIP Alex, I used to drink with you in the Afrique Club in Manchester in the 70'S

Arthur, old oddlegs from Bury

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Trying to make him out a hero is a bit much.
Great snooker player but this cannot mask his deplorable behaviour over many years.
Looks to me like rose tinted glasses.
How can you headbutt an official yet be classed as putting snooker on the map?
All deaths are tragic but this was not far off suicide.
The only comparison with Georgie boy was in the amount of alcohol they could consume

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steve grimsley, Perth

What do you know and coming from an aussie they really do know how to behave

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Sorry, but I don't agree with most people's comments about him being a genius etc.I remember a chap who hung around the pubs and clubs of Manchester and Salford and would tell people how famous he was and try to cadge free drinks and cigs.He was foul mouthed and drunk most of the time.He could have achieved much more if he hadn't abused his body.

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Be blue,having been born and bred in Manchester moving to Cheadle Hulme quite close to where Higgins lived,seeing him almost wreck the snooker tables at Cheadle Hulme British Legion and on another point,Perth is in Scotland,I have known and put up with the peoples champion ,his own words I hasten to add,quite a lot.
Not a nice man stop making him out to be great.
Good snooker player end of.

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Michele flinton,an honest comment,me thinks you and I are in for stick but as I was always told a fact is a fact,how you deal with it is your problem.
Banned from seeing hiskids.......speaks volumes

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My fondest memory of working at The Midland Hotel was seeing George Best (who just wrote the Good, The Bad and the Bubbly) having a drink with Alex Higgins on the lounge in the late 80's, I was working nights and they started at 8am and were still drinking on my next shift at 11pm, dont make em like them anymore....two geniuses, both Northen Irish both now sadly missed........

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'In heaven, all the interesting people are missing....'

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Mike Keegan

I dont think Alex ever lived in Didsbury, he certainly lived in Cheadle for a while at the bottom of Schools Hill and was a regular at the Kenilworth pub not too far away and used to challenge people to games of pool for £10.00.

I fondly recall knocking on his door with a group of schoolfriends after he won the world championship to wish him well and get an autograph and was promptly told to **** off and chased down his drive, which was about 400 yards long!!!

John Cheadle

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True Legend without him there would be no such thing as Snooker
RIP Alex

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I played a game of pool for a tenner many moons ago Alex, in the Robin Hood,Lloyd Street, Moss Side.

He had beaten about 8 people before me. He gave me a good game, but I beat him.

What did Alex do ? Skip off out the door not paying me the tenner that I won fairly, even though he had just made £80.00 from previous opponents.

Thats my memory of Alax higgins. Not a very fond one.

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Genius?
Idiot?

Thats for you to decide.

All I know is that reading of his death has made me sad.

Rest in Piece Alex.

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I dont understand why the haters have appeared on this story. Do you not understand the concept of paying your respects?
Oh and by the way he also lived on Burnage lane in Burnage

Let him without sin cast the first stone!

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Good sportsman.....terrible role model

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He'd been cleared of throat cancer.

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Here was a paradox of the time he turned the game of snooker into a money making sensation for loads of individuals who have graced the tables over the past thirty odd years,the nostalgic comments made by those that watched him play will obviously outweigh those that actually met him ,but that is the thing with nostalgia it hairbrushes the bad out of life and gives us all something back ,so lets just remember Alex Higgins for the genius he was on the snooker table and forget his misdemeanors ,he was'nt perfect
Who is?

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well put selfexiled

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George Best - Alex Higgins with a football....

they can't wait for a Man Utd reference can they?!

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I remember meeting Alex and Will in Yesterdays with a mate of mine one Monday night in 1998. Purchasing a couple of crates of Grolsch, we ended up going back to Alex's in Mottram where he took £800 off my mate giving him 100 head starts! I was replacing the balls and I couldn't get round the table fast enough!! He was just about to move as the house was virtually empty apart from the telly and the snooker table. The only thing in the fridge was eggs...I ended up making fried egg butties for us all as the sun came up.

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