Barry Neville told me "Listen oop kid, Ahm not pleyin many 'ands today"
His yorkshire brogue-delivered prophecy proved accurate, although perhaps not for the reasons he thought...
I saw him walking around lilke a bulldog chewing a wasp in the cardroom and I approached him with no small measure of trepidation...
"How's things?" I venture daringly...
"Ah told thee ah'd not pley meny 'ands terdehhh. Same kid teks all me chips!"
(Most likely candidate is Richie Allen who is circa 17/18k at the moment)
"First off ah've got eeeessses." (Ok I must admit at this point I was defeated by Barry's accent and was unsure whether he had
or Aces)
Anyway turns out his conqueror had
and had flopped quads, causing Barry to lose much of his stack...
Next up Barry had T-J and committed all his chips on the turn of a 7 - 9 - T - 9 flop, only to find his opponent, (Richie again!) had another big hand in 7-7 for a flopped set.
One disgruntled yorkshireman was sent crashing to the rail with a menacing big black cloud hovering over his head. I consoled Barry as best I could before rushing off in case he decided to wreak veangeance on those standing nearby. "Woon thousand pounds for 2 hands!" he shouts at me as I depart.
"bout £500 a hand Barry I reckon", providing mathematical, if not actual assistance as i leave.
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