Coming back from the break, Daniel Negreanu discovered that there was a 1,000 chip in the middle of the table, somewhere between the one, two, three and four seats, and no one had any idea whose it was. Negreanu was in favor of putting it into the next pot, but Steve Frezer ruled that it simply be removed from play; he was seen leaving the tournament area with said chip held between two fingers, at arm's length, presumably to be appropriately disposed of. Very unusual.
Two limpers (Bengt Sonnert, Soren Kongsgaard) and two blinds (Juanda, Alekhin) see a flop of . Small blind John Juanda bets out 70,000, and picks up only Sonnert along for the ride to the turn. They both decline to bet this card, and on the river too - it turns out that when they turn their hands over the dealer immediately sets to work dividing the pot in half. I may be far away, but I would still be able to ascertain aces by their distinctive shape, so I am going to bet heavily on their both holding the eight for sevens full.
Blind on blind, Chris Elliott checked the turn of the board and Johnny Lodden bet 10,000; Elliott promptly raised to 35,000. After a moment's pause, Lodden tossed the extra 25,000 chip in.
Come the river and Elliott bet out 50,000. Lodden carefully counted out the call in 5,000 chips and pushed them into the middle, but mucked when Elliott turned over for a flopped two pair.
All in on a flop, everything was looking rosy for Ivan Demidov, and rosy it stayed all the way down. Things are looking much less rosy for Philippe Rouas now, as he is down to 150,000.
John Juanda raised to a neat 25,000 preflop (there are now white 25k chips in play, thank goodness). He was called by Talal Shakerchi and big blind Daniel Negreanu.
Flop: All three players check.
Turn: Negreanu bets out 40,000. Juanda slowly makes the call, and then Shakerchi, even more slowly, follows suit.
River: Negreanu now checks. Juanda methodically sets out 55,000. Over to Shakerchi, who makes the call. Back to Negreanu, who starts talking to himself again, ending with the audible, "Maybe eight," pointing at Juanda, and then, "Maybe flush," pointing at Shakerchi. He passes.
Juanda shows for the straight, as predicted by Negreanu, but Shakerchi then mucks his hand, not as predicted. An audible sigh from the Canadian, who says, "I had the eight. You cost me a split! I knew you [Juanda] were value betting..."
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.
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.
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.
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.