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SPT Nottingham- great weekend
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Didn't really want to spam up the place with another thread, but at the same time wanted to relive my first live experience, which honestly couldn't have been at a much better place or in a better environment. Great organisation (the whole sky team were fantastic, and JH and TK were spot on as always) and the players were friendly and easygoing in the main.
Big shout outs in particular to Irene, my first time live buddy, SolarCarro and Yorkie who I spent quite a bit of time with (especially Solar- like the entire first day on the same table, fantastic short stack performance by the by), Delta who helped me out when I made a few novice mistakes (I eventually got the hang of raising properly...lol), Machka- didn't speak a great deal, but nice to meet anyway, and Maxally, who most kindly gave me a bed to sleep in on the last night. Didn't allow me to rebuy though, however nicely I asked />.<
All the guys I played against were great too, Eyeman I had a little coming together with, Will Norsden- great performance again, I was at a table with him and he was short as short can be, next I know he's virtually chip leader after doubling through god knows how many times- massively unlucky to run into bobbycat's misread hand, but them's the breaks! Great great show by bobbycat too, fully deserved his win and pleased he flew the flag for skypoker against the DTD reg heads up.
So, the tournament- having never played live, I was unsure about how I'd perform. It's easy to play online, since you obviously can't give away visual tells, but you never know how many tells you'll give away live. I didn't think my face would give anything away, but I didn't know how I'd control other things- sweaty hands, shaking, any other kind of tells. I arrived a day early to scope out the casino, and possibly play an event to get some practice in, but decided in the end to just watch and accustom myself to the layout and protocol of played. Very, very glad I did- because it left me feeling totally relaxed the next day. Spent my time watching Irene and Machka playing the satellite- very unlucky to both, shame you didn't make it through
When I got my seat on the day, I was feeling pretty good and secure. Within minutes of being seated, the table was chatting away, and the whole day followed that pattern- everyone was laid back and enjoying it, and the banter was great. On my left was Delta, then SolarCarro, then AstraGTI (?) and TheBoss. On my right was another new live player, whose name I can't remember for the life of me. Turned out to be a fantastic spot for me though.
I came in with an early gameplan- rather than feeling out the table and being cagey, I decided to be quite aggressive from the beginning, and play a wide range of hands. This led me to get in trouble with bossman when I called his small pre raise with 24s, and proceeded to hit the 267 flop, and then a 2 on turn (hey, the warnings ARE there about the deuces...) which destroyed my credibility completely. Just to make sure, I made a raise with 9-2 off which hit 2 pair on the river, which went to showdown. My raises now hold no strength whatsoever.
Playing this way managed to bring my stack up to around 17k within the first half hour, with the blinds still down at 25/50. Might have hit the next level, but who knows. The new player to my right won a big pot against SolarCarro, where he laid down a house to a sizeable bet, fearing an overhouse- can't blame him. This put him up to 17k also.
Mr. 17k then raised my big blind. I looked down to 6's- the raise wasn't huge, and he'd been raising a lot- but he also wouldn't lay down many hands. Rather than go to war with 6's, I decided to flat and duck the flop unless I hit. Flop came J-7-6 rainbow- happy days! Mr. aggro then pushes in 1k, which was quite sizeable at that stage- again, I don't want to go to war in the first hour of such a big tournament with bottom set, and flatted. Turn was a blank, and he made it 2k. At this point, I stopped to think for a moment and went through the options- JJ and 77 were obviously in my head, but I couldn't be sure. After a little dwellage, I raised him to 4k, he called reasonably quickly. At this point, I figured he had a set, since I didn't have quite enough information on him.
River comes a 6. I'm not entirely sure how I kept my cool at this point, since being sat next to a super aggro opponent with a strong hand when you have the stone cold nuts is not a bad place to be. He led out with 5k (!) which is a massive bet at this stage- left him with around 8k back. I then gave it the hollywood, headscratching, sighing, and fooling absolutely no one at the table apart from the guy that mattered, apparently. Eventually after my incredibly tough decision, I raised him to 10k at which point he instashoved, I instacalled. Cue incredible disappointment from mr. aggro, and I had to feel some sympathy- after all, if you've got the nut house you have to think you're good, right? Only hand beating him is quads, and you can't put someone on that with only a single board pair. Well, that's until I found out he had J-10, anyway. He stacked off with top pair weak kicker on a paired board. Incredible.
At this point I was now sat with 35k+ at a stage when the rest of the table were barely over 10k. This actually made me more nervous, since I'm not really sure how to play big stacks- doesn't happen often enough! It's always tempting to play a lot more aggro when you get such a big stack early, and end up bleeding chips to the more experienced, careful players. The players at the table were great, and advised me to take a break for a couple hours- something I had to do anyway to go check in at my room. I carried on playing for a while before heading off and returning after the dinner break.
Upon returning, I was given an extremely warm welcome back from the table, which was nice. Well, actually it was more like 'ffs, can't you stay away a couple more hours?' but that's good enough for me. Only lost 1k or so through blinds, so no biggie. Came back to a stream of premium hands in one go, which I raised quite happily, to the enjoyment of the table. If muttering angrily counts as enjoyment. By this point I was thinking about tightening up a bit, since my reputation was in tatters, and I looked down at a Q. The second card (as always, with a picture card shown first) was raised with a little more anticipation, and when I saw a second Q, I thought twice about tightening up. Astra raised into me from across the table, it was folded round and I obliged by reraising fairly substantially (I think he raised to 700, I raised to 2000). He then admitted he was making a stubborn call, at which point we saw an 899 rainbow board. I bet out again (3/4k or so) and he declared himself allin, for an extra 3000 chips or so. Obviously, my overwhelming suspicion was A9/K9, but at the same time- no way of folding. He almost guiltily showed his A9 and took a fair chunk of chips, apologising for being in the hand. Let's be honest, that slight bad beat doesn't really counteract my quads gift though, and I still had 30k and a solid stack.
At this point, Wingman arrived at the table, a few seats to my right. I didn't realise then, but he would prove to be the toughest opponent I had all tournament, and I still don't know whether I got outplayed by him or not. He would serially limp a lot of hands, and after seeing a few, I decided to test him out and raise. He called, everyone else folded. I then bet the flop, he called, I bet the turn bigger still, he jammed. With my 10-9 that missed everything going and no available draws, I had to grudgingly fold, wondering whether I had just been had. I still think I should have shut down after he called the flop, but such is life. A couple more times we were involved in pots, and both times he ended up on the winning side without a showdown. The fact he would always limp call pre meant I had almost no idea what he had, and rarely saw him take a hand to showdown- so had very little information. I think he went on to cash too, so very well played- tough man to read. I eventually got the better of him once or twice though, and he was left looking confused whether he was done, which exorcised the demons somewhat.
It's worth mentioning that this table was absolutely fantastic, and it wasn't just me who thought so- the more experienced players agreed it was an incredibly enjoyable table. There were some massive action hands, including when I picked up AA and ran into AA (chopped after trapping each other), when a guy jammed a K44 flop to be called with the words 'please, please don't have K4'- jammer had 84, caller had A4. Turn was an 8, leaving caller out and as he stood up, an 8 was rivered too, just to ram it home. It's a harsh game sometimes.
For the whole of the first day, I was sat at this table and on more than a few occasions, I threw a big purple chip in, saying raise at the same time. It became a forced call on more than one occasion (took me a while before I finally started specifically saying RAISE before putting any chips in) and had to then c-bet the flop quite strongly- thankfully ended up taking it down each time. Ended the day on 91k after a nice flourish quite late on- the table started shutting down, waiting for the next day, at which point I started raising a little more aggressively. Chip leader had 160k, and blinds still weren't that bad, so I was more than pleased with being in this position, with 44 left. Far better than I expected. I didn't sleep much that night, being so wired.
Next day I spent a while chatting with SolarCarro and Yorkie outside the DTD, and then in the bar while we waited for the casino to open, going over hands and just relaxing. When it came down to the serious business of playing again, getting back in the zone was SERIOUS hard work- I just didn't feel I had it in me. Sat straight down to AQ second hand which I raised, got called, c-bet a missed flop and took it down- back in business. Nothing like a decent hand and pot to get yourself back in line.
The early stages went as well as could be expected, I yo-yo'd a little, but generally in the right direction- dropping 10k, raising 20k etc. After a few hours, the numbers had dropped to low 30's and I was sat with 160k, and quite strongly leading the table, though not the tournament. Eventually of course, our table got collapsed and I was moved, and as luck had it- right of Bob Drummond (room 1009?), current chip leader with just shy of 300k. I had around 130k at this point, and for the first time was on a table where my chipcount wasn't dominating- in fact, I was 4th or 5th. I felt around a bit, but this table was far more aggro, as I found when I started trying to push a few raises in. This forced me to tighten up, but I still ran into kings when I c-bet a missed flop with AK, but managed to get away without losing too much (he showed the kings after I folded to a big reraise). I bounced around a lot, but didn't shift too much from 100-150k.
I had a little tussle with Eyeman, including one hand which he got me off. I can't remember it now, not sure if he pushed me off the best hand, but it made me a lot more wary (I think I raised pre and he shoved on me, I had a decent hand but not a true premium, JQs or something). Didn't have too many more collisions with him, but we chatted a bit, he seemed a nice guy.
I was truly card dead at this point, I got kings once and shoved to a raise and call, both folded to the shove. I made one or two moves on Bob's blind, which thankfully got through and kept me afloat, but things were starting to get tricky now. People were dropping (I went and saw SolarCarro fall, which was a shame- he came to rail me though, which was nice) and during breaks we were all discussing the various hands going through our heads, swapping stories- the difference was dramatic between at the tables and off them, the second we sat down everyone was straight back in gear. There was no question we were down to serious business now. Will Norsden was involved in one of the nastiest car crash hands- both allin on an 834 board, Will showed 87, Bobbycat, the ultimate winner, showed 45 to his own disbelief- he though he had 34 for 2 pair. Of course, he turned the 5 and Will was left incredibly short, though to his credit- he rebuilt brilliantly. Amazing how things turn out- a misread that would have put him out, and he went on to win, deservedly so in the end.
As it got down to the final table bubble, my stack was getting shorter and shorter compared to the blinds, and I resolved myself to make a move. I pushed on the guy to my left, Umar Khan, who debated before folding KJ to my disbelief and relief- I had 95s (!). That bought me some time, but I was still in trouble, and when I looked down to see AJ I knew I had a decision to make. A few hands earlier, Shanny had bet, been shoved on, and called the short stack (bet 23k, shoved for 80k) with 86s, doubling up Andrew Maguire who held AQ. When Shanny raised for the same amount then, that hand ran through my head over and over, and all I could think was- if I shove, he is calling, no question. Therefore I have zero fold equity against him. That taken into account, how good is AJ against his range? Very good- seeing as his range includes 86. After a long dwell though, I decided to fold- it was the final table bubble, and I truly wanted to hit it. But if anything about the whole tournament bugs me, it was this decision- AJ just felt like too unreliable a hand to put my life at risk with- if he has any pair I'm a marginal to major dog, if he has AQ/AK I'm in real trouble, if he has any live cards I'm still not a great favourite. That being said, I think I should have made the shove.
Next hand was the big turning point- UTG raised, UTG+1 shoved, button folded, and SB dwelt for ages before folding. I snap folded, UTG called, having UTG+1 well covered. UTG showed KK, UTG+1 showed AQ. Being on the final table bubble, we thought this has to be it. UTG+1 hit his ace. Play on. At this point, I find out SB (short stacked too) folded QQ- sick fold. I think it may have been too tight, personally- but fair play, it kept him alive. That hand, by rights, probably should have been the final table but it wasn't to be.
A few hands later, I woke up with 8's and a 90k stack, and almost before I stopped to think I shoved. I always said that playing to win is more important than bubbling to me, and if I get the right hand and right spot (pot was unopened, UTG+1 on a 5 handed table) I'll put it at risk. I was reshoved almost straight away by the guy with the broken arm who finished second (truly can't remember his name, DTD player) who showed kings after everyone else folded. The board nearly did it for me (was left with an open ended straight draw on river) but he hit a heart flush and knocked me out.
Going out at this stage was truly disappointing, but when I stopped to think- it's my first live tournament. I've just got through a field of 270 to finish 10th, including some incredible players, far better than myself. At the same time, you can't get rid of that horrible feeling that you could have done better.
Big shout outs in particular to Irene, my first time live buddy, SolarCarro and Yorkie who I spent quite a bit of time with (especially Solar- like the entire first day on the same table, fantastic short stack performance by the by), Delta who helped me out when I made a few novice mistakes (I eventually got the hang of raising properly...lol), Machka- didn't speak a great deal, but nice to meet anyway, and Maxally, who most kindly gave me a bed to sleep in on the last night. Didn't allow me to rebuy though, however nicely I asked />.<
All the guys I played against were great too, Eyeman I had a little coming together with, Will Norsden- great performance again, I was at a table with him and he was short as short can be, next I know he's virtually chip leader after doubling through god knows how many times- massively unlucky to run into bobbycat's misread hand, but them's the breaks! Great great show by bobbycat too, fully deserved his win and pleased he flew the flag for skypoker against the DTD reg heads up.
So, the tournament- having never played live, I was unsure about how I'd perform. It's easy to play online, since you obviously can't give away visual tells, but you never know how many tells you'll give away live. I didn't think my face would give anything away, but I didn't know how I'd control other things- sweaty hands, shaking, any other kind of tells. I arrived a day early to scope out the casino, and possibly play an event to get some practice in, but decided in the end to just watch and accustom myself to the layout and protocol of played. Very, very glad I did- because it left me feeling totally relaxed the next day. Spent my time watching Irene and Machka playing the satellite- very unlucky to both, shame you didn't make it through
When I got my seat on the day, I was feeling pretty good and secure. Within minutes of being seated, the table was chatting away, and the whole day followed that pattern- everyone was laid back and enjoying it, and the banter was great. On my left was Delta, then SolarCarro, then AstraGTI (?) and TheBoss. On my right was another new live player, whose name I can't remember for the life of me. Turned out to be a fantastic spot for me though.
I came in with an early gameplan- rather than feeling out the table and being cagey, I decided to be quite aggressive from the beginning, and play a wide range of hands. This led me to get in trouble with bossman when I called his small pre raise with 24s, and proceeded to hit the 267 flop, and then a 2 on turn (hey, the warnings ARE there about the deuces...) which destroyed my credibility completely. Just to make sure, I made a raise with 9-2 off which hit 2 pair on the river, which went to showdown. My raises now hold no strength whatsoever.
Playing this way managed to bring my stack up to around 17k within the first half hour, with the blinds still down at 25/50. Might have hit the next level, but who knows. The new player to my right won a big pot against SolarCarro, where he laid down a house to a sizeable bet, fearing an overhouse- can't blame him. This put him up to 17k also.
Mr. 17k then raised my big blind. I looked down to 6's- the raise wasn't huge, and he'd been raising a lot- but he also wouldn't lay down many hands. Rather than go to war with 6's, I decided to flat and duck the flop unless I hit. Flop came J-7-6 rainbow- happy days! Mr. aggro then pushes in 1k, which was quite sizeable at that stage- again, I don't want to go to war in the first hour of such a big tournament with bottom set, and flatted. Turn was a blank, and he made it 2k. At this point, I stopped to think for a moment and went through the options- JJ and 77 were obviously in my head, but I couldn't be sure. After a little dwellage, I raised him to 4k, he called reasonably quickly. At this point, I figured he had a set, since I didn't have quite enough information on him.
River comes a 6. I'm not entirely sure how I kept my cool at this point, since being sat next to a super aggro opponent with a strong hand when you have the stone cold nuts is not a bad place to be. He led out with 5k (!) which is a massive bet at this stage- left him with around 8k back. I then gave it the hollywood, headscratching, sighing, and fooling absolutely no one at the table apart from the guy that mattered, apparently. Eventually after my incredibly tough decision, I raised him to 10k at which point he instashoved, I instacalled. Cue incredible disappointment from mr. aggro, and I had to feel some sympathy- after all, if you've got the nut house you have to think you're good, right? Only hand beating him is quads, and you can't put someone on that with only a single board pair. Well, that's until I found out he had J-10, anyway. He stacked off with top pair weak kicker on a paired board. Incredible.
At this point I was now sat with 35k+ at a stage when the rest of the table were barely over 10k. This actually made me more nervous, since I'm not really sure how to play big stacks- doesn't happen often enough! It's always tempting to play a lot more aggro when you get such a big stack early, and end up bleeding chips to the more experienced, careful players. The players at the table were great, and advised me to take a break for a couple hours- something I had to do anyway to go check in at my room. I carried on playing for a while before heading off and returning after the dinner break.
Upon returning, I was given an extremely warm welcome back from the table, which was nice. Well, actually it was more like 'ffs, can't you stay away a couple more hours?' but that's good enough for me. Only lost 1k or so through blinds, so no biggie. Came back to a stream of premium hands in one go, which I raised quite happily, to the enjoyment of the table. If muttering angrily counts as enjoyment. By this point I was thinking about tightening up a bit, since my reputation was in tatters, and I looked down at a Q. The second card (as always, with a picture card shown first) was raised with a little more anticipation, and when I saw a second Q, I thought twice about tightening up. Astra raised into me from across the table, it was folded round and I obliged by reraising fairly substantially (I think he raised to 700, I raised to 2000). He then admitted he was making a stubborn call, at which point we saw an 899 rainbow board. I bet out again (3/4k or so) and he declared himself allin, for an extra 3000 chips or so. Obviously, my overwhelming suspicion was A9/K9, but at the same time- no way of folding. He almost guiltily showed his A9 and took a fair chunk of chips, apologising for being in the hand. Let's be honest, that slight bad beat doesn't really counteract my quads gift though, and I still had 30k and a solid stack.
At this point, Wingman arrived at the table, a few seats to my right. I didn't realise then, but he would prove to be the toughest opponent I had all tournament, and I still don't know whether I got outplayed by him or not. He would serially limp a lot of hands, and after seeing a few, I decided to test him out and raise. He called, everyone else folded. I then bet the flop, he called, I bet the turn bigger still, he jammed. With my 10-9 that missed everything going and no available draws, I had to grudgingly fold, wondering whether I had just been had. I still think I should have shut down after he called the flop, but such is life. A couple more times we were involved in pots, and both times he ended up on the winning side without a showdown. The fact he would always limp call pre meant I had almost no idea what he had, and rarely saw him take a hand to showdown- so had very little information. I think he went on to cash too, so very well played- tough man to read. I eventually got the better of him once or twice though, and he was left looking confused whether he was done, which exorcised the demons somewhat.
It's worth mentioning that this table was absolutely fantastic, and it wasn't just me who thought so- the more experienced players agreed it was an incredibly enjoyable table. There were some massive action hands, including when I picked up AA and ran into AA (chopped after trapping each other), when a guy jammed a K44 flop to be called with the words 'please, please don't have K4'- jammer had 84, caller had A4. Turn was an 8, leaving caller out and as he stood up, an 8 was rivered too, just to ram it home. It's a harsh game sometimes.
For the whole of the first day, I was sat at this table and on more than a few occasions, I threw a big purple chip in, saying raise at the same time. It became a forced call on more than one occasion (took me a while before I finally started specifically saying RAISE before putting any chips in) and had to then c-bet the flop quite strongly- thankfully ended up taking it down each time. Ended the day on 91k after a nice flourish quite late on- the table started shutting down, waiting for the next day, at which point I started raising a little more aggressively. Chip leader had 160k, and blinds still weren't that bad, so I was more than pleased with being in this position, with 44 left. Far better than I expected. I didn't sleep much that night, being so wired.
Next day I spent a while chatting with SolarCarro and Yorkie outside the DTD, and then in the bar while we waited for the casino to open, going over hands and just relaxing. When it came down to the serious business of playing again, getting back in the zone was SERIOUS hard work- I just didn't feel I had it in me. Sat straight down to AQ second hand which I raised, got called, c-bet a missed flop and took it down- back in business. Nothing like a decent hand and pot to get yourself back in line.
The early stages went as well as could be expected, I yo-yo'd a little, but generally in the right direction- dropping 10k, raising 20k etc. After a few hours, the numbers had dropped to low 30's and I was sat with 160k, and quite strongly leading the table, though not the tournament. Eventually of course, our table got collapsed and I was moved, and as luck had it- right of Bob Drummond (room 1009?), current chip leader with just shy of 300k. I had around 130k at this point, and for the first time was on a table where my chipcount wasn't dominating- in fact, I was 4th or 5th. I felt around a bit, but this table was far more aggro, as I found when I started trying to push a few raises in. This forced me to tighten up, but I still ran into kings when I c-bet a missed flop with AK, but managed to get away without losing too much (he showed the kings after I folded to a big reraise). I bounced around a lot, but didn't shift too much from 100-150k.
I had a little tussle with Eyeman, including one hand which he got me off. I can't remember it now, not sure if he pushed me off the best hand, but it made me a lot more wary (I think I raised pre and he shoved on me, I had a decent hand but not a true premium, JQs or something). Didn't have too many more collisions with him, but we chatted a bit, he seemed a nice guy.
I was truly card dead at this point, I got kings once and shoved to a raise and call, both folded to the shove. I made one or two moves on Bob's blind, which thankfully got through and kept me afloat, but things were starting to get tricky now. People were dropping (I went and saw SolarCarro fall, which was a shame- he came to rail me though, which was nice) and during breaks we were all discussing the various hands going through our heads, swapping stories- the difference was dramatic between at the tables and off them, the second we sat down everyone was straight back in gear. There was no question we were down to serious business now. Will Norsden was involved in one of the nastiest car crash hands- both allin on an 834 board, Will showed 87, Bobbycat, the ultimate winner, showed 45 to his own disbelief- he though he had 34 for 2 pair. Of course, he turned the 5 and Will was left incredibly short, though to his credit- he rebuilt brilliantly. Amazing how things turn out- a misread that would have put him out, and he went on to win, deservedly so in the end.
As it got down to the final table bubble, my stack was getting shorter and shorter compared to the blinds, and I resolved myself to make a move. I pushed on the guy to my left, Umar Khan, who debated before folding KJ to my disbelief and relief- I had 95s (!). That bought me some time, but I was still in trouble, and when I looked down to see AJ I knew I had a decision to make. A few hands earlier, Shanny had bet, been shoved on, and called the short stack (bet 23k, shoved for 80k) with 86s, doubling up Andrew Maguire who held AQ. When Shanny raised for the same amount then, that hand ran through my head over and over, and all I could think was- if I shove, he is calling, no question. Therefore I have zero fold equity against him. That taken into account, how good is AJ against his range? Very good- seeing as his range includes 86. After a long dwell though, I decided to fold- it was the final table bubble, and I truly wanted to hit it. But if anything about the whole tournament bugs me, it was this decision- AJ just felt like too unreliable a hand to put my life at risk with- if he has any pair I'm a marginal to major dog, if he has AQ/AK I'm in real trouble, if he has any live cards I'm still not a great favourite. That being said, I think I should have made the shove.
Next hand was the big turning point- UTG raised, UTG+1 shoved, button folded, and SB dwelt for ages before folding. I snap folded, UTG called, having UTG+1 well covered. UTG showed KK, UTG+1 showed AQ. Being on the final table bubble, we thought this has to be it. UTG+1 hit his ace. Play on. At this point, I find out SB (short stacked too) folded QQ- sick fold. I think it may have been too tight, personally- but fair play, it kept him alive. That hand, by rights, probably should have been the final table but it wasn't to be.
A few hands later, I woke up with 8's and a 90k stack, and almost before I stopped to think I shoved. I always said that playing to win is more important than bubbling to me, and if I get the right hand and right spot (pot was unopened, UTG+1 on a 5 handed table) I'll put it at risk. I was reshoved almost straight away by the guy with the broken arm who finished second (truly can't remember his name, DTD player) who showed kings after everyone else folded. The board nearly did it for me (was left with an open ended straight draw on river) but he hit a heart flush and knocked me out.
Going out at this stage was truly disappointing, but when I stopped to think- it's my first live tournament. I've just got through a field of 270 to finish 10th, including some incredible players, far better than myself. At the same time, you can't get rid of that horrible feeling that you could have done better.
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What a brilliant account of our table, you are a natural, you need to a do a blog, I will suggest it to Sky Rich. Our table was very passive and you played it perfectly, if I had got the cards then I would played that way too, in fact while you were away from the table I went from 6500 to 17k, I hardly got over 17K all tournament after that but I was able to move in with marginals and take down pots. We avoided most of the big guns and you did for Penguin pretty quick and most people who came to us had little chips to play with so we kept the momentum going.
I was delighted to cash and disappointed for Sian who came so close, Sian is a very good "live" player as we play so often and I was not surprised to see her go deep.
Thanks for the short stack play compliment, definately the best part of my game, I tend to fail in the later stages of tournaments as I don't up the gears enough.
Was very disappointed you fell one short of the FT, if anybody deserved to win big it was you, alas the poker gods conspired, I would have given you any one of my 5 river saves when all in to get you on that FT.
Great poker, great weekend and great pals, I was rooting for Will Norsden as well as he took two beats from me superbly and rebuilt so well, such a shame the way he fell.
Great read this mate, needs to be a blog!
Dave
That was a great read! Well done on coming 10th too!
Jamielou
Sian
Cheers for the rail and the company - i hear that kebab, chips & mayo are the way forward!...
My first live poker friend....i really think you have the game to bring one of these bad boys home...we just need to convince your dad
Will hopefully catch you at an SPT soon pal
Much love from all the knights
xx
Great to have met you and congratulations on such a great result for your first live game.
I'm sure I'll be seeing you at some future SPTs.
What's this about bedding down in Alan's room? I daren't ask what he asked for in payment!
;-)