Talking bull on a Power trip

Better known, of course, as The Power, the current PDC kingpin, is sitting across from me in a Dublin hotel, sipping carefully on a herbal tea and absent-mindedly flicking lint from his show-time blue-and-white, nickname-emblazoned shirt, which is hung from the back of a chair.
Early yesterday morning, I slipped from my bed at 5.30am (there’s one in the morning too?!), got on the road to the capital, and brimming with nerves, made my way to a date with destiny — I was promised the chance to take on Taylor at the oche.