The 8th round was a difficult game though I managed to win purely due to strength gap. My opponent was 1700 something.
The interesting thing was the 9th round where I was paired with my room mate. Of course preparation is out of question since I thought it unethical to do so. The game was a ruy lopez marshall gambit. I was white. In the game somewhere near move 19, my friend proposed a draw. I continued...a series of inaccuracies cropped up and finally lost. The post mortem analysis brought me a revelation. He said why I didn't accept the draw offer. The truth is, I didn't know his proposal.
Anyway, thats not the end. In the final 10th round, I was defending against white's grundfeld exchange variation. My disdain for the main line was punished by my opponent's superp technical skill, the consequence, another lost.
So, three lost in four games that's it. The one leading the tournament at one moment was pushed to the 28th position. A disaster strike at the worst moment of my life.
The interesting thing was the 9th round where I was paired with my room mate. Of course preparation is out of question since I thought it unethical to do so. The game was a ruy lopez marshall gambit. I was white. In the game somewhere near move 19, my friend proposed a draw. I continued...a series of inaccuracies cropped up and finally lost. The post mortem analysis brought me a revelation. He said why I didn't accept the draw offer. The truth is, I didn't know his proposal.
Anyway, thats not the end. In the final 10th round, I was defending against white's grundfeld exchange variation. My disdain for the main line was punished by my opponent's superp technical skill, the consequence, another lost.
So, three lost in four games that's it. The one leading the tournament at one moment was pushed to the 28th position. A disaster strike at the worst moment of my life.
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