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Bloch and Juanda: Were Eventually Going to Get It In
A three-way flop (raised by John Juanda, called by Andy Bloch and Mel Judah) resulted in diamond-shaped drama.
caused all the action - Juanda bet out, Bloch moved in, Judah passed, but this time Juanda called him.
Bloch:
Juanda: ("Ooh he's got a gutshot too," said the rail)
Turn:
River: And the little rivered pair was enough to send Bloch picking his way out of the tournament area, now surrounded with spectators.
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Talal Shakerchi limped in mid position, and Philippe Rouas made it 15,000 from the button. Bengt Sonnert and Bergius both called in the blinds.
They all saw a flop, and Sonnert rather unexpectedly bet out 30,000. Bergius and Rouas called.
There naturally followed a turn card, and it was the . Now Sonnert bet out 100,000. Bergius clearly had a tough decision to make and disappeared expressionless into the Tank Of Uncertainty. While he was in there, the crowd was entertained by Erik Seidel knocking over a side table. Piped up Philippe Rouas, "I did that all yesterday. They just don't understand." Now Negreanu butted in, "Who's 'they'? You sound like Phil Hellmuth." There was much merriment but when it was over, Bergius had still not made a decision. Eventually Sonnert called the clock on him, and it was duly counted down.
To everyone's surprise, on the two-second count Bergius announced, "I'm all in," for 230,000. Rouas promptly folded, and Sonnert called.
Sonnert:
Bergius:
River:
Sonnert doubles up, and Bergius is down a mere 20,000.
"I'm too lucky, I'm just too lucky," said Sonnert as he raked in his now gigantic stack. Bergius took it well, noting that he had been lucky yesterday to stay in, but sighed, "Worst part is now I have to spend two days in London because I booked my hotel again," to a few disapproving frowns from the natives at the rail.
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Perttu Unlucky
Down to half a bowl of rice (less than 20,000), Bergius nevertheless held off for two hands before pushing it in preflop with the reasonable . It appeared as if Jason Smith reraised to isolate the all-in player, but it's a fact we're unable to confirm because he had his back to us. In any case, there was no other competition, and Smith showed the .
Flop:
Turn: Bergius elevated from his seat ever so slightly
River: Standing finally and shaking hands with his table, he departed, while Mike Matusow fake-applauds Smith by saying, "You are good..." in a pointed sort of way.
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Judah Juanda-d
Mel Judah, having dwindled to 66,500 precisely, found a time and a hand to get it all in preflop. When he was eventually called by superstacked John Juanda, he found himself in great shape:
Judah:
Juanda:
Straight away, top card and everything: ...followed by , and Judah bit the dust.
"You know the expression 'Run like God?' It should be 'Run like Juanda,'" comments railer Hugh Kirton.
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Shakerchi raised under the gun, Justin Smith called to his immediate left, and Negreanu came along for the ride from the big blind as well.
They all checked the flop, and were thus necessarily dealt a turn; it was the . Negreanu now bet out 40,000, and Shakerchi made the call. Smith got out of the way and thereafter appeared to be taking a nap with his head down on the table.
The river came down the and Negreanu now checked. Shakerchi checked too, and Negreanu flipped ; Shakerchi mucked. "Lucky," noted Negreanu. Said Matusow, the coffee apparently beginning to seep through his blood and into his brain, "Negreanu's a superstar -- bets every street, makes the nuts on the river then CHECK..." Said Negreanu, "Bet every street? Do you ever pay attention to anything?" The good-natured exchange continued, but a gap appeared in the Wall Of Media at this point, so I took my chance and escaped.
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Double through for Talal Shakerchi courtesy of Justin Smith... Shakerchi, with 198,000, got it in the middle preflop. Smith, half out of his chair, tense knee resting on it as he considered making the call, eventually did so. He had initially raised, but now was risking almost half his stack.
Smith:
Shakerchi:
The flop brought an "Oooh," from the spectators, as it brought the along with two more hearts: ... that meant that Smith could be saved by a pot-splitting flush when the came on the turn. But no, it was the . Shakerchi up to 400,000, Smith down to 300,000.
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Torsvik - 20th place finisher
John Juanda, his stack dwarfing everyone else's at his table like the Starship Enterprise dwarfs my Ford Fiesta, has been raising more or less every hand. Eventually, Torsvik called him and they saw a flop.
The flop came down and Torsvik checked. Juanda bet 20,000, only for Torsvik to raise around half his stack, and Juanda put him all in. Call.
Torsvik:
Juanda:
Turn:
River:
With a quick nod and a handshake, Torsvik was off to collect his winnings, and the Starship Juanda grew ever larger.
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Erik Seidel - Doubly Isolated
Down to a microscopic 18,500, Erik Seidel patiently waited through several hands before getting it all in at the eleventh hour. Over to the rest of the table...
First off Scott Fischman doubled the bet in an isolation stab, but Soren Kongsgaard in the blinds came over the top rather convincingly. Fischman instantly mucked his hand, and quite right too - Kongsgaard showed the mighty vs. Seidel's last-bid-for-survival .
The flop:
Turn:
River:
Matusow, looking at the TV monitors, was shouting words of straightening encouragement from another table. "Aces, Seidel? Oh, it's you that has the 7-3. I thought that might be Scott..."
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There has been a short pause in the action while a table is broken and the players redraw for seats. There will be four minutes left of this level when they restart.
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caused all the action - Juanda bet out, Bloch moved in, Judah passed, but this time Juanda called him.
("Ooh he's got a gutshot too," said the rail)
And the little rivered pair was enough to send Bloch picking his way out of the tournament area, now surrounded with spectators.
. Now Sonnert bet out 100,000. Bergius clearly had a tough decision to make and disappeared expressionless into the Tank Of Uncertainty. While he was in there, the crowd was entertained by Erik Seidel knocking over a side table. Piped up Philippe Rouas, "I did that all yesterday. They just don't understand." Now Negreanu butted in, "Who's 'they'? You sound like Phil Hellmuth." There was much merriment but when it was over, Bergius had still not made a decision. Eventually Sonnert called the clock on him, and it was duly counted down.
. It appeared as if Jason Smith reraised to isolate the all-in player, but it's a fact we're unable to confirm because he had his back to us. In any case, there was no other competition, and Smith showed the 
Bergius elevated from his seat ever so slightly
Standing finally and shaking hands with his table, he departed, while Mike Matusow fake-applauds Smith by saying, "You are good..." in a pointed sort of way.
...followed by 
, and Judah bit the dust. 
. Negreanu now bet out 40,000, and Shakerchi made the call. Smith got out of the way and thereafter appeared to be taking a nap with his head down on the table.
; Shakerchi mucked. "Lucky," noted Negreanu. Said Matusow, the coffee apparently beginning to seep through his blood and into his brain, "Negreanu's a superstar -- bets every street, makes the nuts on the river then CHECK..." Said Negreanu, "Bet every street? Do you ever pay attention to anything?" The good-natured exchange continued, but a gap appeared in the Wall Of Media at this point, so I took my chance and escaped.
... that meant that Smith could be saved by a pot-splitting flush when the 
came on the turn. But no, it was the 
. 
