Bevand Puts His Cape On

When we reached the table, the board was and there was about 100,000 in the middle. By looks of things, Manuel Bevand had led out on the river for 38,000, and Jose Manuel Nadal Sordo had raised to 118,000.

The action was back on Bevand who tanked for a very, very long time. During the first three minutes, he was silent. Taking his eyes off of Sordo for only seconds at a time. Then, after roughly three or four minutes, Bevand started to talk to Sordo.

"Good bet," he said smiling.

Sordo said nothing. About 30 more seconds passed.

"Give me something," Bevand begged. "Give me a reason."

About another minute passed, and then Bevand called the clock on himself. When the tournament director arrived, the Frenchman started grinning like a school boy.

45 seconds.

"There are so many people watching," Bevand said. "I almost have to call now."

30 seconds.

Suddenly, Bevand slammed a stack of blue T5,000 chips down across the line. Sordo turned over for ace-high, and Bevand spiked onto the felt.