There's only one word for that - magic darts!

Sid Waddell, the voice of darts, died last night.  He'll be remembered for his enthusiastic commentary and for his many quotes, such as those below:

Bristow reasons . . . Bristow quickens ... Aaah, Bristow.

Jockey Wilson . . . What an athlete.

When Alexander of Macedonia was 33, he cried salt tears because there were no more worlds to conquer..... Bristow's only 27.

That was like throwing three pickled onions into a thimble!

He's about as predictable as a Wasp on speed.

Look at the man go, it’s like trying to stop a water buffalo with a pea-shooter.

The atmosphere is so tense, if Elvis walked in with a portion of chips, you could hear the vinegar sizzle on them.

Big Cliff Lazarenko's idea of exercise is sitting in a room with the windows open taking the lid off something cool and fizzy.

It's like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline.

Well as giraffes say, you don't get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.

Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.

He looks about as happy as a penguin in a microwave.

That's like giving Dracula the keys to the blood bank.

He is as slick as minestrone soup.

This lad has more checkouts than Tescos.

Darts players are probably a lot fitter than most footballers in overall body strength.

Phil Taylor's got the consistency of a planet ... and he's in a darts orbit!

There's no one quicker than these two tungsten tossers...

As Freud said to Jung in Vienna, you can psych up too much for a darts match.

If we'd had Phil Taylor at Hastings against the Normans, they'd have gone home.

William Tell could take an apple off your head, Taylor could take out a processed pea.

The players are under so much duress, it's like duressic park out there!

There hasn't been this much excitement since the Romans fed the Christians to the Lions.

It's like Dracula getting out of his grave and asking for a few chips with his steak.

This game of darts is twisting like a rattlesnake with a hernia!

I don't know what he's had for breakfast but Taylor knocked the Snap, Crackle and Pop outta Bristow.

Steve Beaton - The Adonis of darts, what poise, what elegance - a true Roman gladiator with plenty of hair wax.

They won't just have to play outta their skin to beat Phil Taylor. They'll have to play outta their essence!

Steve Beaton, he's not Adonis, he's THE donis.

[He's] as happy as a hound-dog who's won a year's supply of Boneo.

Bob came on like the Laughing Cavalier … now he looks like Lee Van Cleef on a bad night.

It's the nearest thing to public execution this side of Saudi Arabia.

He's perspiring like a pudding in a pot.

His eyes are bulging like the belly of a hungry chaffinch.

His face is sagging with tension.

There was less noise when Pompeii was swamped in lava! Absolute pandemonium here! Barmaids are frozen like Greek statues watching! No beer's been served! Everybody's eyes [are] absolutely hooked on that board.

You could hear a blob of vinegar drop on a chip in this hall.

He's playing out of his pie crust.

Even Hypotenuse would have trouble working out these angles

If you're round your auntie's tonight, tell her to stop making the cookies and come through to the living room and watch these two amazing athletes beat the proverbial house of each other.

John Lowe is striding out like Alexander the Great conquering the Persians

That's the greatest comeback since Lazarus.

He's as cool as a prized marrow!

The pendulum swinging back and forth like a metronome.

Eat your heart out Harold Pinter, we've got drama with a capital D in Essex.

Look at him as he takes his stance, like he has been sculptured, whereas Bobby George, with his bad back, looks like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

He's playing like Robin Hood in the Nottingham super league.

The atmosphere is a cross between the Munich Beer Festival and the Coliseum when the Christians were on the menu.

These guys look calm but inside they are as nervous as a vampire who knows there's a sale at the wooden stake shop in the morning.

That was like watching Popeye when he found his spinach!

He's as twitchy as a frog in a blender.

Eyes like a pterodactyl....with contact lenses.

Cliff Lazarenko's jumping up and down like a gorilla saying give me back my banana!

On Bobby George - He's like a Sherman tank on roller skates coming down a mountain!

He may practise 12 hours a day, but he's not shy of the burger van!

He's got one foot in the frying pan and one on thin ice.

Rod now looking like Kevin Costner when told the final cost of Waterworld.

That Lad could throw 180 standing one legged in a hammock.

It's just like taking a sausage from a boy in a wheelchair.

This is the clash that makes King Kong versus Godzilla look like a chimpanzees tea party!

Jockey Wilson, he comes from the valleys and he's chuffing like a choo-choo train!

There's only one word for that - magic darts!