Plod
It was Leg 4 of the UKPT in Manchester last Friday and I went up feeling pretty confident, fresh from a final table appearance in Luton the week before. Sadly though, it was another frustratingly lack lustre performance and I’ll keep the analysis brief as I fear this blog is rapidly turning into a catalogue of woes:
On the second hand I did 1500 chips running K-Q into a set of jacks on a queen high board.
At 7500 I ran into Chris Sokrati’s kings full holding J-Q on a Q,6,7,K,Q board.
Down to 4500 we saw a ray of hope when I check raised all-in on a flush draw cracking aces with 9-10s.
Right after the dinner break though, I doubled up the tight guy Pete Singleton, with A-Q vs. A-K. I blame this poor state of affairs entirely on dinner at Groucho’s; a sirloin steak with béarnaise sauce, big chips, a tomato and red onion salad and some red to quench the thirst. We arrived back twenty minutes late and all I really felt like was a post meal snooze. My bad.
Short again with 4k I was only too happy to push into a re-raised pot against Nick Persaud with two seemingly beautiful queens...but he had the bullets.
Stuck in Manchester I dived straight into a cash game and wouldn't you know hit two or three nice flops with ease, which coupled with a wee saver from 4th place finisher Nick Slade meant that on paper at least, the evening wasn't a complete write-off.
I really can’t be bothered to travel to the WPT in Paris or the WHUPC in Barcelona next month, instead I shall be saving my pennies for an early WSOP hit and run in about five weeks time. In-between there’s Leg 5 at Brighton and then I’ll probably head over to Drogheda for the Green Joker Poker Festival a week later.
Oh and there’s a large project about to unfold in the garden involving twelve holes, some concrete and about 125m of timber; given that my DIY skills lie somewhere between those of Homer Simpson and Bob the Builder I’ll see how it all looks before I consider posting any pictures.