I know- it was an understatement! He was the man to beat during a period.
I have a great Hopkins story.
When he was starting to become number 1, and had a world championship or so under his belt - maybe late 70s, he came through Richmond and played a local legend Bobby Beaston (RIP). Now, Bobby was a grump old man when I knew him...retired truck driver...cared nothing about pool unless he could make money but was a legitimate pool savant. One of those guys where you say, well, that's not fair. I'll give you an example.
We had the American Straight Pool Championship come through one year. I said to Bobby, you should play. Bobby was in his 70s at this time. On the tightest 9 ft diamond we had he is grumbling as he sets up a break shot and runs like a 70 something. I'd NEVER seen him play straight pool before or after. He said, Ughhh...I'm terrible at straight pool. Well, not that the pros were setting up break shots and the circumstances were certainly different in the tournament - but I was in that tournament and watched the entire thing, and no pro ran over 50 on that table and Darren Appleton won it with Karen Corr coming in second. So, how does this relate to Allen Hopkins? I'll tell you.
So, Allen Hopkins was still able to get out and hustle even after some initial big wins in the late 70s/early 80s. He was the man to beat, as you said. He still had a beard back then and was a kid basically. He came through Richmond and not everyone knew who he was. Someone who apparently did, called Bobby trying to set him and whomever else up and bet against Bobby with whomever would. Bobby was home from driving his truck and available to come out. They started at $300 a game one pocket, which was a super healthy bet for 1980. This was no hustle this was....who is your best guy, let's bet it up. Bobby (who played beautiful, and I dare say world class one pocket until he passed into the next life) started strong and had the world champ stuck 7 games....the guy who was trying to set him up was panicking...so he came up and whispered to Bobby, do you know you're playing the world champ?? This worked and rattled Bobby, and Allen won the next seven in a row and quit (he could find easier action at $300 a game). (This is how I remember the story being told, but if a Richmonder remembers better feel free to correct me).
I like thinking about that because I loved watching Bobby play, and he was in his 70s when I knew him. He was fussy and grumbly...and sincere when he said he hated pool....it was just a way to make money for him...but when he played, he was a maestro. He could never get a big game where he wasn't giving up the world, or it was some young world beater who wanted to play him even. He knew his limitations. He was old, so young bulls, new to the game, would play him eagerly every day - even and cheap ($5 to whatever Bobby could convince them to bet)...and they learned a lot playing Bobby, who I believe was on a pension, and he was still clearing maybe a few hundred a day playing pool, plus his tab (and he loved to drink the giant BEERS).
I remember people would come in with these expensive cues (like me HAHA), and Predator shafts, etc, etc...and Bobby ALWAYS had a super cheap, under $100 cue and would beat the brakes off everyone. He'd snarl and say, that don't make you play better...you don't need that. I remember just how beautiful his cue ball was. IT was ALWAYS on a string, and he almost ALWAYS used a ton of english on every shot. Like he had it on a remote control. He held the cue SO LIGHTLY with his fingertips on every shot, and his timing as he got through the cue ball was lovely. The only thing he cared about on his cue was having a tip he liked (and I don't know what kind he preferred, probably just a lepro)...and having the shaft smooth. He was chubby and I remember those chubby fingers making a closed bridge. I think he did have his shaft kind of skinny because he liked using a closed bridge.
As I type this I vaguely remember one decent game of his. Shuff was the house pro there at that time, and while in town he gave Bobby 8-7. Bobby beat him, it seemed, pretty easily with this game...maybe 3 games, and Brandon pulled up. Maybe it was 9-7, but I think it was 8-7. And we know how fantastic Shuff is at one pocket (and every game). I asked Bobby after, do you need a spot from Shuff at one pocket? He kind of smiled (which wasn't often) and said, He's the Mosconi cup champion...I can't play him even. RIP Bobby.