This time last year the former BDO world champion had just won the darts Premier League at the first attempt, but he already knew something was starting to go wrong
There are the times when Glen Durrant wakes up and tells himself that this is going to be the day. The day it all clicks. The day he feels like a triple world champion again. The day he feels something again. There are the times when he is watching old clips of himself and spots something and leaps upstairs to his practice room, convinced he’s identified the one tweak that will make everything all right again.
Then there were the darker times. During the Premier League earlier this year, he would lie in his Milton Keynes hotel room with the lights out and his clothes on, wondering where it had all gone wrong. There was the time he went back to his old pub, the Cargo Fleet Club in Middlesbrough, to throw a few arrows with friends. But he was recognised instantly and a crowd began to gather and suddenly all the old frailties and tensions returned to the point where he could barely let go of the dart.