Portuguese PokerStars qualifier Rui Sousa opened for 700, got a call from Vishal Pundjabi, Sal Al Fakih in the small blind, and big blind Laurynas Levinskas. The four players saw a flop of and it was checked to the original raiser, Sousa, who continued for a near pot-sized 2,900. Only Al Fakih made the call and they saw a turn card of . Al Fakih once more checked and Sousa showed little fear in continuing for 4,225. Al Fakih flicked out two blue chips for a raise to 10,000, but Sousa barely hesitated before announcing all in for around 50,000 more.
This certainly gave Al Fakih pause for thought, and pause he did for several minutes as he ran some beads through his fingers and tried to figure out what to do. Eventually he showed the and mucked his hand.
Steven van Zadelhoff raised it up to 800 from the cutoff and got a call from the player in the big blind. That player check called Van Zadelhoff's 1,100 c-bet on and the hit the turn. Van Zadelhoff bet 2,500 now and his opponent check-raised to 5,700. Van Zadelhoff called and he called another 10,500 bet on the -river. "Nice hand" was all he was able to say as he was shown for the turned flush.
We are less than an hour from the dinner break here in Prague and the action has slowed a little; perhaps it the fatigue setting in after a long day or that human desire to make the dinner break and return with at least a few chips to enjoy with a full stomach.
Not everyone sees it that way though and Viktor Litovchenko managed to get his remaining stack into the middle pre-flop holding against the of PokerStars online qualifier Aleksis Tsaousidis from Greece. It was Litovchenko who was at risk and he rose from the chair to give the impression he was resigned to some inevitable fate. The flop fell and the stand-up move was halfway there. A heart or an Ace was needed now; he’d got his sweat but didn’t react, gave it barley a glance as he reached for his jacket. Turn river and Litovchenko was felted.
From a distance it's sometimes rather hard to count someones chips, especially when someone doesn't stack in twenties. Or when someone doesn't have enough chips to make twenty stacks of course. But here we go:
We missed the details, but we do know that Aku Joentausta just doubled through Davide Suriano. We arrived as the dealer was counting out chip, and we saw that Joentausta had the laid out in front of him with a board reading . We're not sure when the money went in nor what Suriano had, but no matter the case the result was a Joentausta double.
Paolo Compagno opened for 800, call from the chatty Romanian Tiberu-Florian Georgescu and then a three-bet to 1,800 from Garlef Konstantin Rinne a PokerStars qualifier from Germany. Compagno didn’t like it and folded but Georgescu made the call. They chatted away amiably enough, trying to get a read perhaps, as they checked it all the way down until the river card came on a final board of . Now Georgescu bet 5,000 and Rinne had 13,000 behind. “Would this be a stupid call or a stupid fold?” Rinne pressed. He couldn’t get a satisfactory answer and folded, perhaps relived to be shown the . A narrow escape?
Igor Pihela set the tone by limping under the gun for 400. Another two players had limped by the time it got to Bertilsson Per Anton who with the blinds him still to act moved all in for 10,500. The original limper called and showed . The board ran out and the set for Per Anton was good enough.
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and it was checked to the original raiser, Sousa, who continued for a near pot-sized 2,900. Only Al Fakih made the call and they saw a turn card of 
. Al Fakih once more checked and Sousa showed little fear in continuing for 4,225. Al Fakih flicked out two blue chips for a raise to 10,000, but Sousa barely hesitated before announcing all in for around 50,000 more.
and mucked his hand.
and the 
hit the turn. Van Zadelhoff bet 2,500 now and his opponent check-raised to 5,700. Van Zadelhoff called and he called another 10,500 bet on the 
-river. "Nice hand" was all he was able to say as he was shown 
for the turned flush.
against the 
and the stand-up move was halfway there. A heart or an Ace was needed now; he’d got his sweat but didn’t react, gave it barley a glance as he reached for his jacket. Turn 
river 
. Now Georgescu bet 5,000 and Rinne had 13,000 behind. “Would this be a stupid call or a stupid fold?” Rinne pressed. He couldn’t get a satisfactory answer and folded, perhaps relived to be shown the 
. A narrow escape?
and the set for Per Anton was good enough.