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Age Spets will be heading back to his native Norway after he was eliminated, he held 
against 
and although the board brought an ace, it came with a king as well spelling the end of his participation in this tournament.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
1,250,000 | 277,000 |
|
1,250,000 | 520,000 |
|
1,200,000 | 250,000 |
|
1,100,000 | 51,000 |
|
900,000 | 650,000 |
|
800,000 | -800,000 |
|
750,000 | -100,000 |
|
670,000 | 298,000 |
|
500,000 | -200,000 |
|
400,000 | -301,000 |
|
400,000 | 149,000 |
|
375,000 | -277,000 |
|
375,000 | 219,000 |
|
270,000 | 95,000 |
|
260,000 | -392,000 |
|
|
240,000 | -240,000 |
|
190,000 | 48,000 |
|
|
170,000 | -101,000 |
Level: 20
Blinds: 8,000/16,000
Ante: 2,000
Mitchell Johnson is one of the bets poker talents the United Kingdom has to offer, but his results on the live arena have not been exactly stellar. The cash-game specialist from Derby has around $165,000 of live tournament cashes to his name, but it could have been so much more had his luck held while deep in some events.
His luck just ran out here at Wembley when he opened in early position and was called by the big blind. When checked to on an 
flop Mitchell bet 24,000 and then shoved when the big bind check-raised to 55,000. The big blind snap-called and showed 
for top set, while Mitchell could only muster the 
.
The 
turn and 
river completed the hand and Johnson left the table, congratulating his opponent's "nice hand, mate." Onto the next one.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
Busted |
Dave “Devilfish” Ulliott raised to 29,000 from mid position and looked down the table “F!#&ing hell my two jinxes down there.”
Albert Sapiano calls in the big blind and before the flop is dealt said, “I’ll check to you, because you’re such a nice man.”
The flop is 
Devilfish bets 26,000 and Sapiano folds.
Can the Devilfish talk his way to victory? He certainly seems determined to try.
Renee Xie's ISPT Wembley Main Event has ended at the hands of Soren Hansen.
A raise from Hansen was greeted by a three-bet all in by Xie and a call by Hansen. Xie turned over 
but was in bad shape against the 
of Hansen. The 
did not help either player and Xie must have sensed that it was not her day because she began collecting her belongings and putting on her coat.
The 
landed on the turn and it was followed onto the felt by the , sending Xie home.
Mickey Wernick raised to 25,000 from middle position and Tom Kugelstadt made it 56,000 in the next seat down. The flop was 
and Wernick check-called a bet of 30,000 from his opponent.
On the 
turn, Wernick checked again and Kugelstadt bet 85,000 but again he was called.
The came on the river and Wernick checked a third time with Kugelstadt betting 105,000.
"Incredible," muttered Wernick repeatedly.
Finally he paid the bet off.
Kugelstadt turned over 
for a rivered set and Wernick flashed 
.
"You see that Albert [Sapiano]?" said Wernick, quite annoyed. "Called him with a five..."
"Facking 'ell," replied Sapiano, who then went into a lengthy diatribe about Jamie Gold for some reason.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
|
950,000 | 250,000 |
|
|
175,000 | -255,000 |
Sam Trickett was in such a rush to leave Wembley Stadium after his exit that he failed to pick up 77th place prize money, or €3,000 to you and I.
The tournament staff managed to contact Trickett who instructed them to give the €3,000 to the dealers as a tip. He also divulged that he is en route to Heathrow Airport to board a flight to Las Vegas. Watch out WSOP, here comes Trickett!
Amy Trodd is up to 850,000 after sending Angelo D'onofrio to the rail.
The chips went into the middle preflop, Trodd holding 
to the 
of D'onofrio. The fours stayed best right up to the river of the 
board, but the river improved Trodd to a flush and condemned D'onofrio to an early exit.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
|
850,000 | 104,000 |
|
|
Busted |
Pete Linton faced a bet of 51,000 from French player Xavier El Fassey on the turn.
The board read 
Linton stared across the table but El Fassey had his head buried in his hoodie and sat stock still.
Linton tried the direct approach. “What’s your name on dot FR?”
Off came the hoodie. “Excuse me?” El Fassey said.
“Don’t worry. I don’t even play on dot FR. It’s a joke.”
Having got his opponents attention, Linton mucked his cards.
Raking in the chips El fassey said, “Finally a pot.”
