Oliver Bosch had check-raised Stefano Alberto Servalli's 3,250 bet to 8,000 on a flop of putting the Italian to the test. Servalli finally had the clock called on him and then announced all in with about 5 seconds left, Bosch shrugged and called.
Bosch:
Servalli:
The changed nothing and although Servalli had a brief scare on the river, it was the not the which had come to eliminate Bosch.
Having watched this hand though, I do have a secret hankering to see someone raise all in or check raise all in on the river with literally a second left on the clock - as a bluff..
Giuseppi Vicidomini has been eliminated after pushing all in on a board with but getting called by Walter Ferrero's . The turn and river were both bricks and Vicidomini put his hands on his head distraught while Ferrero banged the table and fist-pumped in delight.
It started simply enough, Frederic Marc Herbette and David Whalen limping from UTG and UTG+1 respectively before Victor Ramdin raised to 2,600 from middle position. Fabio Mangano then 3-bet on the button to 6,600 and the blinds and limpers all folded the action back to Ramdin.
The Team PokerStars Pro checked across to Mangano's stack before deciding to just flat call with about 22,000 behind. The flop was and Ramdin immediately checked across to Mangano who then tanked for about 5 minutes before checking behind.
Ramdin quickly led for 8,000 on the turn and Mangano, in a repeat of the previous street, tanked again for several minutes, finally getting the clock called on him. With about 20 seconds left, Mangano moved all-in and Ramdin called instantly with - the Italian needing an ace from space on the river since his holding was .
"Ace!" said Mangano desperately but the dealer ignored his pleas and put out the . Ramdin is now up to 62,000 while Mangano has been crippled.
We found Vanessa Selbst checking a flop. Her opponent (who had rather inconsiderately obscured his ID card with a dinner ticket) bet 1,700 - but Selbst now check-raised him to 5,300. This prompted a dwell-up of simply epic proportions from the dinner ticket gent - it was well over five minutes, and we reckon that anything over three counts as epic on Day 1. Selbst spent the first couple of minutes staring at the flop with studied impassivity; after a while she apparently became bored and relaxed into gazing around the rather lovely belle epoque ballroom that is our tournament area. To her credit, she never once looked as though she was going to call the clock.
Eventually Mr. Dinner Ticket folded face up. Selbst pursed her lips and ever so slightly raised an eyebrow. She is up to 100,000.
James Keys' downward spiral of misery continued, and he is now no longer in his seat. Conclusion - busto. We hope that he didn't actually shoot himself, as he looked as though he was threatening.
There was a raise to 900, a three-bet to 2,500 and then a David Vamplew four-bet to 5,875 from the small-blind. The original raiser moved all-in, the three-bettor moved out of the way and Vamplew called.
James Keys, earlier in the day - happiness levels in direct proportion to stack size
We caught James Keys' eye, then looked down at his stack - it comprised just 8,100. He put two fingers to his temple in the international gesture of blowing his brains out.
"Nothing really," he sighed when we asked what had done the damage, "Just like 20 hands where I lost 2k. That's an exaggeration by the way. 10 hands isn't an exaggeration though." He assessed his stack with sadness - it's always bad when all your chips will easily fit in the palm of your hand, and none of them are the good high-denomination ones. We wish him luck.
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putting the Italian to the test. Servalli finally had the clock called on him and then announced all in with about 5 seconds left, Bosch shrugged and called.
changed nothing and although Servalli had a brief scare on the river, it was the 
not the 
which had come to eliminate Bosch.
board with 
. The 
turn and 
river were both bricks and Vicidomini put his hands on his head distraught while Ferrero banged the table and fist-pumped in delight.
and Ramdin immediately checked across to Mangano who then tanked for about 5 minutes before checking behind.
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. Ramdin is now up to 62,000 while Mangano has been crippled.
flop. Her opponent (who had rather inconsiderately obscured his ID card with a dinner ticket) bet 1,700 - but Selbst now check-raised him to 5,300. This prompted a dwell-up of simply epic proportions from the dinner ticket gent - it was well over five minutes, and we reckon that anything over three counts as epic on Day 1. Selbst spent the first couple of minutes staring at the flop with studied impassivity; after a while she apparently became bored and relaxed into gazing around the rather lovely belle epoque ballroom that is our tournament area. To her credit, she never once looked as though she was going to call the clock.
