Unfazed, Spetebroot bow is around the blockers and picks off the four potential points one at a time. With his fourth ball, he is now closest. He trudges deliberately down the alley, checks his ball, then ambles back and, in a masterly display, closes out the game with his two remaining balls.
"Let's play another," says Van Opdenbosch as he pulls out the money for the beer. Spetebroot nods his assent. On the sidelines they're still talking about the last end of the game.
"If sports is a metaphor for life, then this is what life might be," says Jerry Lemenu, at 44 one of the younger members of the club. "Everybody is pretty competitive in the context of the game, but in the end it doesn't really matter who wins. The losers buy beer, and we all drink together and root for the next group of players."