O the next day was a double final table day, Alex was in the Spanish open whilst Peter Linton was in the main. The banter on the rails was incredie, the Spanish rail was an embarrassment and I don't think the locals had seen a rowdy British rail before.
Some of my favourite chants, mainly started by dmorgan
Pete Linton is magic he wears a magic hat
And when he was the Spanish fish he said I'm avinnnn that
When they got heads up..
Dutchie Dutchie give him a walk
Tall anon tall anln tall anonnnnn
Ray was pretty comedy whilst San was evidently thinking hard about new possible chants, ray would simply shout lintonnnnn, lintonnnnn much like he obviously sang shearerrrrr shearerrrrrr years previously. Don't think anybody noticed it but I was on stitches. Pete eventually got an amazing deal IMO and whilst negotiations were going on the td came over to the final 2 saying they'd start without then, Pete wished him the very best of luck for that.
With 5 mins left to reg for the bounty and all the guys going on the piss, I decided to co tongue the grind and make sure I got a flag. With around 80 entrants it was a slightly smaller field. My first table was a lot ofspanish fish, two skandis and Ben Dobson. I was down to 3k from the initial 12k starting stacked was starting to wish I had continued drinking with te guys.
People came chasing for my bounty and I eventually got a decent stack. With around 30 people left and only 4 hours played the td announced we'd finish at midnight and continue tomorrow, initially I was pissed.
As I was planning on going out and waking up with a hangover (my first drink of the week) but I had a nice stack and was 3/21 coming back for day 2.
There was a realllllly creepy Irish guy stalking is for the majority of the trip, we got in a taxi and he basically got in trying to join us going into baby's. Nick the guy I was going into Banus with really got creeped
By this guy and told him we were going home, we get into the taxi and ask for linekars... We get to the bar, reach the guys in the bar and 2 minutes later the Irish guy turned uP at our table, was pretty embarrassing for us, felt quite bad but you have to be there tO understand I guess.. We end uP in a good club, music is great and company is perfect, night ends and we wake uP in the morning with a headache and a day 2....
So get back for day 2, and out of 21 players left, 18 turn up. I'm on a 7 handed table but 2 players sitting out. I have the skandi on my right who has been everybodies nemesis all week. He decides he wants to win every single pot, I 3bet him a couple times and he calms down and we share the pots 50/50, we're now down to 17 and he gets knocked out. I raise 100% of pots until we get to the final table and win about 90%. Play is v.v.v.slow but fine for me as I can accumulate and finally get to the final as 3/9.
There is a dead stack on the final and we are on the direct bubble, I raise every hand and people just don't play back. I then raise QQ utg, utg+1 peels, my mate Lukas then jams 20bigs, SB overjams, I sigh fold.
I have really good live read on the two guys on my right and win some non sd pots vs both of them and eventually get 4 handed as chip leader. Win q10 v a7, and then a7 v k10 to go heads up. The guy wanted to do a deal, we actually eventually started arguing lol I offered him to put all the gold for first place (forgot I only had 60% of myself
) he turned this down and we carried on and I won 33 v his AQ for the win.
Really nice to have my first live win, it was a small event compared to the main and 770, but I felt like I played flawlessly for the 2 days and definitely got alot of satisfaction in the win. Morale had been raised significantly and as a group we had smashed the festival with 3 wins and 9 people finaling.
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