Our Man in Dubai.Tuesday night, and a field of 33 contested the filthy lucre pot of £990 ….. only to be sniffed at by Blondeite Galacticos.
Our table was joined by a young man whose only reference point in life was a Middle Eastern Emirate, that builds sandcastles in the sea.
We were regaled with tales of the high stakes cash games he’d played fantastically in Camel Land, netting Princely fortunes.
This seemed very strange considering his minute knowledge of poker ……
He didn’t seem to realise you had to act in turn, as he repeatedly ‘Mississippi’ passed/bet whenever it suited him.
After calling a raise, and re-raise, with
and hitting a runner runner flush, cracking A A, he informed us rookies that, “you always play any J ‘hard’ in Dubai …. Standard Practice, innit!”
He further educated us - on a Board of
turn of
as he called an all in - brimming with confidence - and positively beamed as the river came a
.
When asked by the other guy if he had the flush, he triumphantly announced “I got the Wheel, innit.”
Showing his
he was totally bemused to be informed that his hand didn't beat his opponents
, but educated us further that, "in Dubai you always go for the gutshot, innit!"
Well ‘innit’ he wasn’t and Carry on Poker had ended - so it was down to the nitty gritty.
Normal service was resumed as the grinders surfaced with intent (or within tent, for Mr Dubai) in search of the loot …. A warm welcome back to the Winner's Enclosure for The Gotch, as we grabbed the dimes and sprayed the vanquished with champagne from the podium.
Severe gnashing of the teeth could be heard in a certain someone’s serf-land hovel in Much Binding in the Marsh!
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