All in preflop, Townsend started out behind and stayed there all the way.
Townsend:
Fischman:
Board:
With a rather brutal fist pump, Fischman and his former short stack were delivered a lifeline, while a handshakey and slightly saddened Townsend was Town-sent home with £45,250 to console him.
With the bust of Justin Smith, the feature table's spread of chips is something approximating this (rough counts especially for seats 1-4 due to angle of approach between cameras):
Talal Shakerchi - 385,000
Bengt Sonnert - 600,000
Toni Hiltunen - 255,000
Daniel Negreanu - 550,000
Soren Kongsgaard - 105,000
John Juanda - 1,450,000
Stanislav Alekhin - 620,000
Philippe Rouas - 112,000
Ivan Demidov - 420,000
Chris Elliott - 900,000
Johnny Lodden - 550,000
Scott Fischman - 180,000
Peter Neff - 230,000
Robin Keston - 360,000
Brian Townsend - 140,000
Scott Fischman and Chris Elliott saw a flop and apparently fell in love. With the flop.
The Betting:
Fischman: check.
Elliott: bet around 16,000.
Fischman: raise another 35,000.
Elliott: raise another 65,000.
Fischman: raise another 75,000.
Elliott: raise another 105,000.
Fischman: fold.
Raising preflop on the button to 25,000, Soren Kongsgaard (whose hand the title rather gives away: ) picked up a caller in big blind Stanislav Alekhin.
Flop: Alekhin bet out 25,000, called by Kongsgaard.
Turn: Both players checked
River: Now Kongsgaard is the bettor. Another 25,000 entered the pot from each player, and at showdown he saw the he might have been apprehensive about earlier in the hand. Kongsgaard one of the short stacks now with just over 100,000.
Robin Keston made it 21,000 from the cutoff, and Ivan Demidov called in the big blind. This necessarily led to a flop, which was . Demidov checked and Keston bet 25,000. After a quick peek down at his hole cards, Demidov called. The turn was the and Demidov checked again; this time Keston upped the bet to 80,000. Demidov seemed to be seriously considering a call -- he got as far as counting out the requisite 80,000 and setting it to one side -- but eventually folded.
If such a thing existed, it would go to Mr. Smith - albeit not without reason. Smith saw the flop with Daniel Negreanu and big blind Stanislav Alekhin (who, the hand before had taken down a good few chips flopless after reraising from the small blind).
Flop: Everybody checked.
Turn: Check to Smith, who bet what looked like 75,000. Over to Negreanu, who considered for what turned out to be a comparatively short while before moving all in. Alekhin passed, but Smith now sat for upwards of five minutes, hands clasped.
At first Negreanu made some effort at chatting, but after a while just sat there, resting head on hand, staring into the middle distance. Other players at the table got up and stretched their legs, or stared at what was going on on the other table, but all Smith did was say, "That's a really big bet." It was 200,000 more for him to call - an amount which makes a considerable difference. Just when it looked like the whole table was going to drift off, literally, he passed, and Negreanu stacked his new chunkier stack.
All in preflop, Brandon Adams couldn't have asked for much better -- his was up against Negreanu's . But a board later, and to applause from the rail, he had kicked the tournament bucket in 17th place.
Over on Table TV, Stanislav Alekhin raised to 23,000, and Daniel Negreanu called from the button. Just the beginning of a bet from Alekhin on the flop, though, was enough to make Negreanu pass.