Andrew Teng opened for 47,000 in the cutoff and Anton Wigg called behind on the button. Big blind Roberto Romanello decided to give a flop a spin, too, and made the call.
Flop:
Romanello checked and Teng bet 80,000. Wigg flat-called behind and the action moved back to Romanello, who quietly raised to 201,000. Teng folded without delay, but Wigg announced all in to cover Romanello. Call.
Wigg: for top pair
Romanello: for a flush
Turn:
"Oh s***," said Romanello, anticipating an outdraw, but he had nohting to worry about.
River: a completely blank
Romanello, who's had a terrible day so far, is now back in the game on 1.3 million.
First in from the small blind, Magnus Borg Hansen raised it up to 55,000. In the big, Andrew Teng three-bet to 130,000. Hansen thought for just a moment before announcing, "All in," and Teng called without delay.
Showdown
Hansen:
Teng:
It was your classic coinflip for a million chips, Hansen slightly ahead but at risk of elimination.
Flop: . Anton Wigg piped up from the next seat over: "It's allllllways a sweat, isn't it?"
The turn was safe for Hansen, and the that rivered drew a strong clap of the hands and pump of the fists from the newly-doubled player. He's up to close to 1.1 million now, while Teng drops all the way back to 363,000.
The very next hand, Magnus Hansen raised to 47,000 from the button and Andrew Teng shoved for his last 350,000 or so form the small blind. Hansen looked down at the felt and possibly deep into his soul - and after a while he called.
Hansen:
Teng:
Board:
Teng looked a little shell-shocked as he headed for the payout desk. Nevertheless, he has 12th place money to console himself with (which sounds like an awful lot in kroner), and for everyone else the final table creeps ever closer.
Jesper Petersen must have been in a shove-y kind of mood. Just a few hands after pushing all in to a raise from Loth (Loth folded), and he found himself all in again, this time against Morten Guldhammer. The all in was for just over 900,000.
Guldhammer:
Petersen:
Board:
Guldhammer looked a little surprised that he hadn't hit. Nevertheless Petersen doubled to 1.9 million, and Guldhammer dipped below the 3 million mark.
In the cutoff seat, Anton Wigg open-raised to 47,000. Francesco De Vivo made the call on the button, and Mads Wissing came along from the big blind as well.
Three-handed then, the flop came down . First to speak, Wissing led out with a bet of 85,000. Wigg quickly passed, but De Vivo made the flat call without much hesitation.
Fourth street was the , and it drew another bet from Wissing, 140,000 this time. Once more, De Vivo matched the bet with a smooth call.
The river came the , and Wissing reached for chips again. After a minute of contemplation, he settled on, "All in," shoving for about 580,000 total. De Vivo apparently had a thinking hand, and he studied his opponent silently for a minute or two. Finally, he announced, "I call," promptly flipping over his .
Wissing sat motionless in his chair, staring down at the board. It was a look of utter shock, seemingly frozen in time and space. De Vivo began to celebrate, everyone now certain that the longest slowroll ever wasn't coming, and Wissing was indeed beaten. He remained stuck in his chair as the chips were counted and pushed to De Vivo before finally standing and making his way to the payout desk. He'll take 155,000 DKK for his 11th-place showing this week.
Last hand before the break, Richard Loth opened with a standard raise only for Yorane Kerignard to reraise all in.
"Yorane reraises all in," announced Neil Johnson.
"Call!" shouted Roberto Romanello from the next table.
"Count," said Loth.
The all in was for 316,000 total. Loth looked horrified (although we think that might just be his default expression) and sat for a while with his head in his hands, muttering to himself. Then he folded.
Action is a bit more measured as the players return from break. We pick up a tiny pot that's the most action we've seen at the outer table this level.
Under the gun, Roberto Romanello opened to 50,000. Magnus Borg Hansen made the call from the button, and it was heads up the rest of the way.
Romanello checked dark as the dealer ran a flop of . Hansen checked behind, and the action repeated itself on the turn. The fell, and Hansen checked behind another Romanello dark check.
The last card off was the with no dark check this time. Romanello raised his eyebrows and fired the minimum bet, 24,000. Hansen chuckled and thought it over, with Romanello's verbal assistance.
"I haven't got anything," said the Welshman. "Okay, I'll tell you what I have. I have king-high. It's good, right?" After just another moment, Hansen called.
Romanello corrected himself: "I mean I have a pair of eights." He turned over , and Hansen smirked again as he mucked.
"It's good to lie sometimes," added Romanello. "Only at the poker table."