It’s six of the best for Scott Taylor on MODUS Super Series duty, making it half a dozen titles in the Live Lounge with victory in the final over Ron Meulenkamp.
For those unfamiliar with Taylor, he is no relation to the GOAT, Phil Taylor. Well, I’m assuming he isn’t, although it’s a small world and stranger things have happened. This particular Taylor hails from Bolton and, during a few years as a PDC Tour Card holder, enjoyed plenty of opportunities mixing it with the big boys dating back to 2018.
In fact, during that first season, he reached a Players Championship final, only to be foiled by some bloke called Michael van Gerwen in Wigan. Whatever happened to him?
Mind you, that snapshot doesn’t tell the whole story. There have also been some excellent runs along the way, most notably a semi-final in Barnsley, along with a couple of quarter-finals – one also in South Yorkshire and another across the Irish Sea in Dublin.
However, down in Pompey, the Lancastrian has absolutely excelled, racking up a whopping six MODUS Super Series titles. Mind you, don’t expect Wikipedia to tell you that. According to those internet sleuths, he’s won just the one. Come on lads, pull your finger out. That’s bang out of order.
Whoever edits that page has clearly been putting in fewer shifts than Erling Haaland. Come on lads, keep up.
On Finals Night, Scott was put in a group with self-proclaimed African sex God of tungsten, Devon Petersen and Lewis Pride who bears a resemblance to a young Uncle Albert. Both Taylor and Beard-Face beat Dev. No he wasn’t busy shaping his beard and got timed out – just lost to each of them. Then Taylor got the better of Grizzly in a match where they both knew they were thru to the semi’s anyway.
Over in the other round robin section, Ron ‘The Bomb’ Meulenkamp – who has a nickname you really don’t want to make public at an airport – overcame former crap English comedian, Lee Evans, and James Marcroft to advance. Once a regular on our TV screens – somewhat bewilderingly – Britain finally realised what I knew from day one. Lee Evans is about as funny as someone sticking a Cornetto up your arse with a tax bill attached to it.
Then in said semis, both were whitewash wins for Taylor over Marcroft and Meulenkamp against Pride which, whilst wasn’t good for them, great for fans wanting to watch the end of the MODUS Super Series and get to the pub for the England vs Norway World Cup match.
For the showdown though, Scott’s superior finishing over the Dutchman was the main difference. Similar averages but the Bolton lad was far more clinical on the outer ring. The Bomb just didn’t explode on his doubles, instead being more like a Tesco’s firework in the rain. Or one of those party poppers where the string comes off in your hand and everyone awkwardly pretends it still counted.
Had Meulenkamp of been deadlier, then it may have been a different story. But it’s not how you start legs, it’s who finishes them. And Taylor was the winner on that score and in the match too.
Congrats to him. Did the whole ‘MC shout name out’ followed by a ‘I’m not going to hand you the trophy – it’s there. Bloody well pick it up yourself’ routine. Scott wasn’t arsed if Obama Bin Laden did the presentation – although I dare say, would have probably been a little bit surprised at MODUS’s choice. Anyway, he’s brown bread which isn’t close to how irrelevant it would have been.
That’s £5k in Scott’s sky-rocket and books his spot for Champions Week for a shot at £25k. I’ve been to Bolton. Trust me, he would get a statue built there and clean out Lidl if won that!
