Under the inspirational leadership of former ‘Captain Kev’, with
such useful orders as “ don’t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes”, we
comprehensively defeated a relatively weak but decidedly pleasant Macc C.
# Mike Renshaw 0 John Reed 1 --
comfortable win against a rather improvised hybrid Benoni defence.
# Tony Lane 0
Geoff Brindle 1 ---- Geoff’s employed his beloved b6 system and beat off a
rather overly ambitious Kings-side attack and quickly tuned the tables forcing
resignation.
# Marc Jouannet 0 KRH 1 – A tricky customer Marc, who
also used the b6 English Defence and threw everything at me but positionally I
had a strong hold on the game and took my own tactical chances to force an easy
win.
# John Astley 0 David Taylor 1 --- David
tried to deploy his favourite Nimzo but his opponent didn’t oblige and a a
rather slow QP game ensued. Latterly White rushed his end game and
crumpled into defeat.
# Tom Robson 0 Tudor Rickards 1 -- didn’t
see the game but Tudor with the white pieces played his standard QP stuff and
clearly won convincingly.
# Alan Cope 1 Jim McKie 0 -- strange game, a sort of
passive unorthodox Sicilian where Jim won a quick pawn. He then lost the
exchange and elected to defensively hunker down and allow the pawn
structure to get locked. But he got ground down by Mr Cope’s ‘mogadon’ strategy
and ultimately his opponent found a way to break though and force a win.
Captain Kev
--- retired . (again)
Quiz – name a Chess Club in the Stockport & District league
that Francis Moan has not been a member of ?? !!!!
Tudor's comments !....
"Still
stands the clock?"
"Er,
yes, unfortunately"
Age
shall not weary them, the East Cheshire pensioners. Conscripted again, Cap'n
Kev retains his awesome leadership characteristics.
One
further story of our glorious victory. The swanky new clocks at Macc Served to
defeat the efforts of some the home side to crack the code permitting the
required Fischer time limits of the match.
Increasingly
frenzied efforts went unrewarded. After four moves, the clocks at my
board showed we had both added half an hour each of time, and gaining by
the move.
The
efforts to correct this were rather like resetting the clock in the car to from
Summer Time recently, more trial and error than accomplished know-how.
Unlike
in the poem, the clocks eventually tired of toying with their operators, and
the games began.
By
then, Cap'n Kev was well into walloping his opponent, and the seeds of our
glorious victory had been sowed.
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