So I'd better do my write up.
The game I played last night was a night I go to when I can - the local unlimited £2 rebuy. It is as ridiculous as it sounds. You can buy in for any amount at any point in £2 increments up until the break, this period is 2x 40 minute blind levels. After this, it goes down to 15 minute blind levels and turns into a freezeout. NormallyI buy in for a small amount/don't rebuy and try and simply cash rather then win. It is not unknown for people to splurge £200.
So I bought in for £20 which is a fairly standard buy-in beyond the cash-dumping donks, and my aim is to simply try get a competitive stack after the break. People can add-on for more as the break hits which they often do. I didn't really win a massive pot, but got involved in a few all-ins where I didn't win the main pot, but would win the side pot which would actually accumulate me chips. This was mainly due to a guy called Rhys who is a rich donk who just dumps cash and calls 'for fun'. Hes often a good person to have at your table, even though he has given me some horrendous beats before.
So at the break I've ground 5,000 up to 11,400 which is above average until most people add-on, suddenly the average is about 14,000 and I am below average, but this is fairly normal in this game. One double up, and my equity goes through the roof.
After the break I get aggressive, but an A-7 and A-9 fail to improve and big bets in front of me mean I have to fold. I have dwindled to 6,000 and am now incredibly short. Two hands later, five people limp for 600, and I get Kings. I insta-shove, knowing a call from Rhys is likely whatever he has. He duly obliges with J-3o and he hitrs utterly nothing, and I am back in it again.
I start getting aggressive, and without taking out a player, I have ground around 13,500 to 28,000. I am now well above average with 12 players out of 16 left. Then one player Tony I am extremly familiar with shoves for 11,000. I look down at A-K and call, knowing that Rhys is still to act. He reshoves for 18,000 and I obviously call that to.
Tony tables 9s and Rhys K-10o, but if I can just beat Rhys this won't be too bad. If I can hit the Ace I'm a huge stack. Board rolls out 4-6-8-A-3 to give me a huge pot, and with antes I'm nearly 65,000 as the table breaks for the final table.
As I reach the final table, only one stack is bigger then me - a guy called Bert who is a regular who is about 70 and looks like he hasn't smiled in several decades. He has about 90k, and with only about 220k in play, its obvious that I am probably going to cash bar an utter disaster. With about five short stacks at the table, I opt to tighten my range and wait for the bubble before ramping the aggression. Two players bust and I start to loosen up, but one of the other larger stacks, a resident calling station is causing me problems by calling me down with utter gooseberry fool, and unfortunately I am not hitting. Hes difficult to get away from because he is in nearly every pot even when raised. I drop to about 45k, but then I hit a set against him, and he donates me about 20k, and I am more or less where I was. With five left I was hyper aggressive shoving basically every small blind onto short stack BB. He was getting friustrated but the lowest I did it with was a suited Queen. The bubble took ages to go, but finally did leaving us with three, calling station, me and Bert.
I grind aggressively and take the lead, but Burt takes out calling station which gives him a very slender lead.
We go to HU and I win the first pot to make us basically even. He proposes we split. I refuse.
a) I think I can take this old codger and know how he plays.
b) I'd never won at the club and I desperately wanted that monky of my back.
It was a £70 gamble, but I thought it was correct. He was utterly FURIOUS, and shoved the next four hands to try and get a deal (I think). I fold each time, then raise with A-8o which he folds.
Eventually, I get Kings, do my standard min-raise from the dealer button, and he shoves, which I insta call.
He tables J-2 grumbling about how he hasn't got all night to waste on a poxy game! The board come out J-8-7 all clubs, and I hold my breath a little bit.
Turn - 6
River.....2.
I actually deflate. But then I look. There are four clubs on the board.....and I have two BEAUTIFUL BLACK KINGS. I chuffing won it. Bert semi-grumbles, half heartedly shakes my hand and makes a quick getaway. I look smug as strawberry float.
Rinse. Repeat.