To the Viktor Go the Spoils
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Whilst stragglers from Leicester Square have focused their attentions on TV-friendly faces such as Daniel Negreanu and Phil Ivey, there's one man who has perhaps caused more of a stir in the poker world of late than anyone, yet wouldn't necessary be familiar to your casual poker fan.
Although known in European circles, Viktor Blom truly rose to fame when he ambushed the nosebleed stakes on Full Tilt Poker under the alias Isildur1, taking on and beating some of the most established and celebrated online pros in the world. Although he later returned his winnings, he had already cemented his legend in the virtual world and quickly collated an almost cult following of fans.
Now tackling the live felt here at the WSOPE, Blom (who, I must add, has yet to truly confirm his identity as Isildur), is braced for even bigger fame as he escalates his stack to the dizzy heights of 132,000, thus placing him in the frame for the chip lead with just over one level to go.
The hand in question involved his neighbour David Weisberger, the two players reaching a multi-way 
flop. The action was checked around to a 
turn where Weisberger led for 3,000. Blom raised to 10,000, and after a brief pause, Weisberger made the call.
The river came the 
, and after Weisbeger had checked, Blom immediately chucked 40,000 into a circa 25,000 pot, leaving his opponent with a decision for his tournament life.
Weisberger, clearly tortured, squirmed in his seat like a frog in a blender before finally announcing the call and flipping 
onto the felt. Blom, who'd remained stiller than a bottle of Evian water, broke his statuesque pose to reveal 
for the turned straight.
Disappointed, Weisberger rose from his seat as Blom offered a commiserative hand. For a moment, it looked as though Blom was going to say something, but at the last moment he seemed to change his mind and returned to the silence that I've witnessed throughout the whole day.
And on that note, we had a new chip leader, the mysterious, silent assassin of the felt that is Viktor Blom. I don't think I'm the only one who would like to see poker's most exciting enigma go deep.