Sole surviving Brit Tony Bromham has bitten the dust after a performance so plucky it would have made Rocky look like a quitter. With Fedor Los making it 14,000 to go, Bromham came over the top for a total of 47,200. After brief deliberation, Los called.
To cries of, "SICK!!!" Tony G took the lot, and both Saab and Boeken headed for the bar, giggling.
We're down to three players now; approximate chip counts are as follows:
Tony G: 60,000
Mark Vos: 40,000
Markus Golser: 35,000
Incidentally, as the high rollers returned from dinner they discovered not one, not two, but three trophies on their table, despite only two places paying out. The third place trophy is very small. Mark Vos seems to like it, though -- "I would pay �5,000 for that trophy," he announced. "That can be arranged," said the TD...
Mark Schouten raised to 10,000 preflop from late position and was flat-called by Klaus Dresl and Tony Bromham on the button and big blind respectively.
On the flop, Schouten check-raised Dresl's leading bet of 20,000 all in, and Dresl insta-called.
Dresl =
Schouten =
The turn killed off any excitement, an academic river unable to prevent the pot going the way of the Dutchman.
Simon Kullenberg was the aggressor once again, this time opening for 9,000. A desperately short-stacked Christian Steiner pushed all in from the button, and Kullenberg made the obligatory call.