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.
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.
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.
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.
They're all at it - reraising preflop has won some decent chips for Johnny Lodden (getting rid of Kongsgaard), Brandon Adams (getting rid of Ivan Demidov) and most dramatically for Andy Bloch.
Bloch, in two subsequent hands, moved his whole stack (c.170,000) over the line after the same player - John Juanda - raised. Juanda was on the button and cutoff for these two hands, but both times declined to call Bloch for his entire stack.
Kim-Andre Torsvik just moved in over the top of Toni Hiltunen preflop, who eventually made the call with . He was in bad shape against Torsvik's , and while the flop made the crowd hold its breath (or, in the case of the perverse guy next to me mutter, Spade Spade Spade), no further help came and the short stack doubled through.
Philippe Rouas has snuck into the chip lead, raking in a gigantic pot courtesy of Justin Smith.
Smith raised preflop from the cutoff and Rouas called from the big blind. Come the flop, Rouas bet out 20,000 and, after a slight pause, Smith called. Another 50,000 from Rouas on the turn, and after a rather longer interval this time, a call from Smith. Rouas checked the river and Smith very slowly went to bet 75,000 -- before his hand had left the chips, Rouas announced, "I call," and flipped for a rather nice flopped flush. As a result, Rouas appears to be our new chip leader on roughly 690,000.
We were treated to the sight of TD Steve Frezer taking a seat at the featured table and stacking up a pile of chips in the seven-seat, which in itself isn't too strange (he does play the odd card himself once in a while, although usually in a fisherman's hat), except that he's not in this event. Instead, it was latecomer Brian Townsend who necessitated that chip-stacking stand in.
Winning that latest-entrant prize, though, is Justin Smith, who hustled in about five minutes ago, where he was promptly stopped from going past the rail by a wondrously zealous guy with a headset. "I'm playing," he muttered, dodging like a greased ferret through to his seat.