David ‘The Dragon’ Pham shows that the old school brigade still has what it takes to beat the best after taking down his second big entry field tournament in less than a fortnight.

When my parents used to come home from the pub, I would sneak out of my bed, crawl to the top of the stairs and peek downstairs. One time I saw a woman wearing a basque and stockings. I quickly returned to my room.

Another time I heard a commotion. Off I went, but as I reached my depressed area of carpet, I heard a sound I had never heard before. I can’t even describe. Tethered to a scream. Shouting. The sounds of things falling from pristine places. My Dad bellowing.

The next morning I woke up and saw a woman in my kitchen making poached eggs. She turned to me – a purplish-grey eye socket, blood-river eyeball.