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Today, from the pub to the palace, how darts got massive.

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So it is a rather drizzly December evening and I'm standing outside Alexandra Palace in North London, which in recent years has become the home of darts in the UK.

And even just standing outside the venue, are incredible scenes walking up from the train

station we were passed by a pack of zebras there was a bunch of minions all sorts all human life

is here and this is my first time at the darts and i'm not quite sure what chaos will await me

inside these hallowed halls but i'm really I really want to understand what is it about

darts that has captured the nation's heart the world's heart in fact walking

into the grand hall of Alexander Palace with the world championships in full flow is

an assault on all of the senses.

The air smells like a brewery and everyone is singing themselves hoarse.

It's part Octoberfest, part stag and hendoo, with more than 3,000 people, most of them in fancy dress, going nuts.

For the newcomer, there is a lot to learn. How on earth do the players get their nicknames?

Why is it a good spectator sport?

And why is everyone here holding out for the magical, mythical,

nine dark finish?

Can he?

Yes, you beauty!

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