All in with versus , it looked as though Sammy George would have plenty of time to prepare for his battle with durrrr next week, especially when the flop came . The hammered the nail in even further, but when a cheeky slipped onto the river, their was a roar from the table and a relieved George lifted his hands into the air. "I called it!" claimed Peter Gould.
On a board, Willie Tann called a bet from Richard Kellett and we saw a river. After a brief pause, Kellett reached down and threw out 2,500. Tann didn't look happy, but he wasn't eager to fold either, and after weighing up his options and glancing dismissively at his stack, he found the call.
Kellett was first to show, flipping and bisecting his hand appropiately. But Tann had , meaning for the second time today, his pocket rockets held up.
His majesty Lord Brunson is sadly out of today's tournament, and in rather unruly fashion too. All in with pocket queens, he was unable to fend off pocket fours which spiked a set on the river.
Outraged by the bad beat, Doyle rose from his seat, banged his fist on the table, and cursed his opponent relentlessly. OK, he was a good sport and left quietly, although my version is a lot more exciting.
Aces is a tricky hand in Omaha, as found out by Welshman Martyn Cavanagh. He went for an under the gun limp when he peeked down at the bullets, but with no preflop raise, Marc Goodwin was allowed to hit trips on a {?x} to send Cavanagh home.