Second to act, Allen Cunningham opened the pot with a raise to 1,500, and he found three callers, the player to his immediate right (Player 1), Harry Kaczka (button), and Eugene Katchalov (big blind).
The four men went off to a flop of , and Katchalov checked. Cunningham continued out with a smallish bet of 2,500, Player 1 called, and the other two monkies in the middle ducked out of the way to leave he and Cunningham heads up to the turn.
It was the , and Cunningham fired another bullet worth 7,000 chips. That sent Player 1 deep into the tank, and he would sit still for a long, long time. Someone at the other end of the table eventually called the clock, and by the time the floorman got a few seconds into his countdown, Player 1 raised all in for 27,000 total. Cunningham had 28,000 chips before his bet, and he double-checked his hole cards before sliding the rest of his stack into the middle, putting Player 1 at risk.
Cunningham showed up , just the nuts, and Player 1 sunk in his chair. It was no surprise to see him turn over for the second nuts, but second-best meant he was already drawing dead. The filled out the board, and the stacks were counted down to prove that Player 1 was indeed eliminated.
Cunningham is up to 66,700 after that nice big double-up pot.
After I gave him such a good write up just moments prior to the break, it's only natural that Jonathan Duhamel should confirm my curse (or "bok", as certain English folk tend to call it) abilities by departing almost immediately upon return.
According to my source, he made a squeeze with , but perhaps in hindsight will regret sqeeuzing into a showdown against . No assistance and the November Nine chip leader was gone.
And now, in the final level of the day, Ben Roberts looks just as calm and unconcerned about his 31k stack as he was way back at midday when he was first given his allotted 30k. Just now he raised to 1,250 preflop and picked up no fewer than three callers (including Pierre Canali and Pascal Lefrancois who seem to be involved in some combination in every single hand). The flop came down all clubs: , and there were two checks to Roberts who quickly bet 3,600, receiving equally quick folds all round. He went back to making a 100 chip walk back and forth across his knuckles with the nonchalance of someone who joked they hadn't been playing much lately because they were counting all their Vegas winnings...
With a little over 3,600 in the middle, Andrew Lichtenberger bet the flop of . He made it 2,200 to go before Erik Seidel raised to 5,000. Lichtenberger thought, checked his holecards once again and then made the call.
The turn brought the and Lichtenberger checked. Seidel leaned forward in his chair and looked rather uneasy about the turn card. He then checked behind.
The river brought the and Lichtenberger checked again. Seidel fired out 8,000 and Lichtenberger folded, dropping to 21,100. Seidel increased to 41,000.
We picked up the action a bit late, but we'll tell you what we know. Starting with the name of the player we know in the hand, Jake Cody. Cody was firing out a bet of 6,250 when we walked up to a board showing on fourth street. He was heads up, and his opponent spent a minute to consider his options before splashing in the call.
That brought them to the river, and this time Cody checked. His opponent eventually bet 15,000, and Cody eventually called, though both of those actions took an agonizingly long time. When Cody called, the news he was faced with was not good; his opponent tabled for top set, and Cody grimaced and mucked.
In early position, Emmeline Boich shoved her last 3,925 chips across the betting line. The gentleman to her immediate left called, and action came all the way around to the blinds. In the big, Jason Mercier squeezed out and moved all in for 17,350 himself. That was enough to (eventually) fold the initial caller and get Mercier and Boich heads up and flipping:
Boich:
Mercier:
The flop was safe and clean for Mercier, coming to keep him in the lead. The turn was an unfortunate sight, however, and the blank river meant a triple up for Boich. She's back in contention with more than 12,000 now, while Mercier has taken another step back. It's been a rough day for the American pro, and he has some work to do to build his stack back from 13,425.
Arnaud Mattern, busy in the last level with a big stack as ever, just lost the probable end-of-day chip lead title after clashing with Huck Seed. Mattern raised to 1,250 preflop, called only by Seed on the button. He bet out 1,800 on the flop and was called, after some end-of-finger chip riffling peculiar to Huck Seed.
The turn sparked some fireworks, with Mattern checking, Seed betting 4,025 and Mattern then raising to 13,500. This surprise development left Seed dwelling up for quite a while as he thought about his 50k-ish stack, which he counted down a couple of times. He called, however, and they advanced to the river. Now Mattern checked, and Seed threw in 15,550. A stone-still response from Mattern, who eventually threw in the chips to call, but shook his head as Seed showed .
In what would ultimately become a prelfop raising war, Kevin MacPhee fired the first arrow, opening up the action for 1,250 from middle position.
Seated on the button, Almira Skripchenko dipped into her stack and made it 3,000, but MacPhee continued his onslaught by four-betting to 8,250!
Skripchenko paused for a moment, before five-betting to 18,000 and adopting a stoic pose that would have sealed victory in any game of musical statues.
MacPhee seemed tempted to pad the pot even further, but eventually opted for the fold, allowing Skripchenko to pick up a sumptuous pot uncontested.
She now has 90,000, whilst the Berlin EPT victor is back down to 35,000.