Ludovic Lacay began the day in the top 5 with over 185,000, but his stack is looking a little thinner now. He opened to 4,000 from late position, and the player to his left, Sylvain Calmelet, looked him up.
Flop:
Lacay bet out 5,500, and Calmelet made it 15,000 with no hesitation. Ludovic peeled back his cards rather obviously ( ), covered them again, then called the raise.
Turn:
Lacay quickly checked. Verrrry slowly Calmelet counted out a bet of 22,000. Lacay made a show of his consternation, sighing, shaking his head, looking at his cards, looking at Calmelet, sighing again, playing with his chips, grimacing some more... Finally, he threw them into the muck. The sighing really began in earnest when Calmelet showed . Lacay is down to 97,000 now.
Filippo Candio raised in the cutoff, only for Remy Biechel to make it 12,000 from the big blind. Undeterred, Candio made it 34,000, and after a few moments of looking rather sad, Biechel let it go.
Force of nature Bertrand "ElkY" Grospellier just doubled up with . When he finishes stacking the giant puddle of chips in front of him, he'll be sitting behind more than 180,000. That's not good news for the rest of the field.
We arrived to find the flop reading and Alain Taieb announcing all in to cover his oppoent. Yoni Simeon Houri called all in without a moment's thought, and then promptly muttered, "S***," under his breath as the cards were flipped.
Action folded around the table to Julien Brecard in the cutoff seat, and he came in with an all-in shove for his last 22,900. The next two players quickly passed, but small blind Dorian Barascou needed some time to think about it. He had just 15,900 chips left himself, and he eventually made the call for his own tournament life.
Showdown
Brecard:
Barascou:
The flop was clean for the at-risk Barascou, running out . Fourth street, though, was not at all clean. A very dirty peeled off the deck, and Barascou immediately started heading for the door. He decided to stop and return for the river card, but the sent him right back toward the exit. Brecard shook his hand and offered some apologetic words in French as his opponent departed.
There was a raise to 5,000 from a gentleman in mid position, and both the small blind and Koen de Bakker in the big blind made the call to see a flop. Mr. Small Blind bet out 7,000 and de Bakker made the call. The original raiser passed, and they proceeded heads up.
The turn was the and Mr. Small Blind now bet out 15,000. De Bakker went into the tank for an awfully long time - before announcing all in for another 25,000 or so. Mr. Small Blind looked irked, then amused, and after a short while he folded.