Tudor's report below on last night's activities:
This being an honest account of our expedition to the South West frontier post of Chorlton.
Mostly outranked, and missing Captain Paul’s inspirational presence, we competed well, to the regular faint sounds of goals being scored across the city at the Etihad stadium.
John wrestled in vain with IM level opponent Hope Mkhumba on board one.
Steve grabbed an impressive draw against Piotr Niedbal
Geoff cunningly got into trouble requiring a neat swindle causing visible dismay from
Austin Elliot who chuntered on with two rooks against Geoff’s knight and queen hardware, before subsiding like a member of the ERG at the defeat of their plans to take back control.
Jim muttered about being gradually strangled in his game, which added to his discomfort though an unsound gambit on the ski slopes a few days earlier.
I had an interesting game against Mr Doney, although somewhat disconcerted by his Trappist vow of silence, only briefly interrupted mid-game as he consumed an apple. I probably resigned a bit early, faced with a long endgame a pawn down, with no counter play.
Steve on board six hung on grimly as Dennis Owen chewed up his position.
Mkhumba (194) 1 Reed 0
Niedbal (180)1/2 Tranter 1/2
Elliot (174) 0 Brindle 1
Lee (178) 1 McKie 0
Doney (162) 1 Rickards 0
Owen (160) 1 Tatlock 0