Kristian Svensson was sliding back down the slippery chip slope, and was down to around 90,000 when he decided to get his chips all in with -- and it was good against Kersjes' all the way down the board.
Back to more or less even, Svensson on 180,000 and Kersjes on around 250,000.
Right out of the blue, we had an all-in showdown, Jeroen Kersjes raising to 21,000 (the pot, in fact), Kristian Svensson announcing all-in and Kersjes making the call.
Kersjes =
Svensson
"Yeeeeah!" cheered a jubilant Svensson as he peered through the window of an flop.
The turn didn't change too much, neither did the river, meaning Svensson had doubled through and left Kersjes with a face like someone who'd just smelt a scampi flavoured Nik-Nak.
The early stages of the heads-up has been characterized by general caginess. Svensson received several walks in the big blind. A couple times Kersjes raised from the big blind to a limp from Svensson and Svensson passed.
Eventually they limp/checked their way to a flop, though; it was . Kersjes checked, Svensson bet 10,000 and Kersjes called.
The turn:
Check, check.
The river:
Kersjes bet out 18,500 and Svensson went into the tank for a surprisingly long time. Eventually he called, and mucked when Kersjes turned over .
Within the space of just a couple of hands, Liv Boeree became our third place finisher, much to the disappointment of all the young males watching from the rail.
With Kristian Svensson folding his button, Jeroen Kersjes made it 21,000 from the small blind, Liv Boeree declared herself all-in and, after a minor pause, Kersjes called.
Kersjes =
Boeree =
Flop =
A wounded Boeree tapped the table, if already admitting defeat.
Richard Pols moved in under the gun for 65,000. To his immediate left, Jeroen Kersjes called all in for 60,000. Liv Boeree folded her button and the action moved around to Bessi Bessy in the small blind. "Oh ok, I'm all in too," he said, and called for his remaining 53,000.
Craziness!
Pols:
Kersjes:
Bessy:
Board:
Thus we are down to just three players already, and the drinks have just arrived! It's like the party is spilling over from the bar into the tournament room. The strains of Achy Breaky Heart seem at once strangely appropriate and horribly obscene. Marvellous.