Ferreira Crashes
One hand in particular sucked up most of my time, and in fact must have taken over ten minutes to complete. As I joined the action, the board read 2s-Jh-8h with Germany's Markus Tölle all in for around 30,000 in chips.
The action was returned to Dario Ferreira, who was faced with a seemingly torturous decision for almost all his chips. As the clock ticked down and the crowd drew closer, the decision seemed to become even more painful as the Portugese player squirmed in his seat like a three-legged ferret.
Eventually, five minutes turned to zero, and Ferreira realised that this was do or die time for him, a realisation that perhaps induced the second five minutes of dwellage. At one point, it looked as though Ferreira was ready to move, one hand clasping the cards, the other stacking his chips in one column and poised by the line as if braced to slide them into the pot. But, as crowd and players alike waited patiently, he released both hands and sat back in his chair.
The cleaner began sweeping the floor, tumbleweed flew past and even Tölle releqnuished his poker face and released an unrestrained yawn. Then, out of the blue, Ferreira jumped into life and abuptly pushed his stack across the line. Finally, we had action!
As Tölle showed Ac-As, you could feel Ferreira's heart sink to the very soles of his feet, and upon revealing Kh-Ks, the rest of the table nodded, as if suddenly understanding of his lenghty dwell.
Sadly for the Portugese, the Poker Gods failed to intervene, and with the turn and river coming 7d and 3c respectively, he was left to wallow in the sorrow of returning with just 5,000 in chips. His foe, meanwhile, quietly rejoiced as he stacked what must be a near 80,000 stack.
The action was returned to Dario Ferreira, who was faced with a seemingly torturous decision for almost all his chips. As the clock ticked down and the crowd drew closer, the decision seemed to become even more painful as the Portugese player squirmed in his seat like a three-legged ferret.
Eventually, five minutes turned to zero, and Ferreira realised that this was do or die time for him, a realisation that perhaps induced the second five minutes of dwellage. At one point, it looked as though Ferreira was ready to move, one hand clasping the cards, the other stacking his chips in one column and poised by the line as if braced to slide them into the pot. But, as crowd and players alike waited patiently, he released both hands and sat back in his chair.
The cleaner began sweeping the floor, tumbleweed flew past and even Tölle releqnuished his poker face and released an unrestrained yawn. Then, out of the blue, Ferreira jumped into life and abuptly pushed his stack across the line. Finally, we had action!
As Tölle showed Ac-As, you could feel Ferreira's heart sink to the very soles of his feet, and upon revealing Kh-Ks, the rest of the table nodded, as if suddenly understanding of his lenghty dwell.
Sadly for the Portugese, the Poker Gods failed to intervene, and with the turn and river coming 7d and 3c respectively, he was left to wallow in the sorrow of returning with just 5,000 in chips. His foe, meanwhile, quietly rejoiced as he stacked what must be a near 80,000 stack.
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