On what I believe was the very next hand, James Akenhead raised to 1,500 from UTG+1 with , only to be reraised to 4,000 from the button. Akenhead made the call. Then, on the flop, Akenhead check-pushed all in, but ran headfirst into . No help on the turn and river and the November Niner was gone.
It was a strange hand, surreal almost. The board read and James Akenhead had called bets of 1,500 and 3,600 from Andy Bloch, and now faced a final, substantially meatier bet of 10,000.
Meanwhile, the tension created by both them and the rest of the table, was being amusingly broken by Mike Matusow and John Juanda, who wittered across the felt about various topics such as how "Phil Ivey couldn't bet a certain amount in some casino, and how they never put a limit on Archie", etc, etc. Finally, and as Akenhead continued to dwell, the chatting ceased, and silence drifted across the entire table.
He didn't like, but Akenhead eventually made the call. Bloch showed , for a cheeky runner runner flush that was had crept up like a wolf in sheep's clothing. And the man that got bitten? He was left with just five or six thousand.
With the board reading , Sherkhan Farnood fired out a bet of 7,000 into an already meaty pot. Boatman - who, I imagine, either had the nut straight or a weak full house - dwellt for a good few minutes, counting out his chips whilst mulling over his decision.
"I can't look," said the Afghan bracelet winner as he covered his eyes. "Why?" inquired Boatman. "'Cos you read too good."
In the end, Boatman made the fold. Fahrnood showed the . "You want more?" he asked the table before revealing with a mischievous smile.