One of the blessings, or curses depending on what way you’re looking at it, of being liable to watch nearly any sport on the planet is that there’s very seldom a shortage of something to occupy the mind with.

Be that as it may, I would always be a great believer in ‘A place for everything and everything in its place’. Thus, watching the likes of basketball and darts during the bright summer evenings just doesn’t sit right. But yes, both have been on the menu to aid negotiating days on a few occasions lately.

In terms of the latter, darts at this time of year can only mean the World Cup. For those who cannot accept that affairs of the oche are a sport at all, the fact that there’s a World Cup for tungsten throwing must be an abomination.

With or without whipped cream, even they must surely have had to indulge in a wedge of humble pie when realising how vast the event has become, if the best gauge of all is the number of nations taking part in it.

Admittedly, however, that’s no guarantee that the usual suspects won’t end up harvesting the gold at the business end of affairs. What it absoultely doess guarantee though, is that talented throwers that too often don’t get the highlighting they deserve get a shot at showing the masses what they can do.

On that score, the French definitely took top billing and, while the host nation’s (Germany) duo could hardly be described as newcomers, both Gabriel Clemens and Martin Schindler played to a level not previously seen before eventually bowing out. Albeit after stunning the English duo of World Champion Michael Smith and the enigma that is Rob Cross before they did.

Eventually though, it did boil down to the fact there is indeed strength in numbers. In this case, that meant that Gerwyn Price being currently the best player in the game, no matter who he was paired with, they would have a significant advantage over whatever combination stood across from them.

That said, for big chunks of the terrific weekend’s tungsten action, former rugby player Price was doing most of the picking and driving but in fairness to his sidekick Jonny Clayton, The Ferret burrowed his way into the swing of things and actually saved his best display of the entire weekend for the final.

Therein they had little to no difficulty in swatting away what was a surprisingly frail resistance from the Scottish combination. I say surprisingly because the tartan-bedecked duo comprised of Peter Wright and Gary Anderson but the paucity of their threat to the lads from the Valleys is sadly reflective of where the two Scots are in the game, comparative to the Welsh.

Granted, there are extenuating circumstances which would mitigate for both ‘Snakebite’ and ‘The Flying Scotsman’ and while there will be plenty, I’m sure, to write their sporting obituaries, if class is in you it never leaves. I wouldn’t write either off yet.