Coming up England by a different line
For once, early in the cold new year,
We stopped, and, watching men with number plates
Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,
"Why, Coventry!" I exclaimed. "I was born here."
Phillip Larkin
Well, if matches against Coventry on successive nights of the week don't warrant a bit of Phillip Larkin, I don't know what does. Even if both games left me feeling about as cheerful as the the curmudgeonly "Bard of Coventry".
On Monday things seemed to be going exceptionally well, when the D team played Coventry A, in the Leamington League. I was up the exchange on Board 3 against Tom Stamper and Bernard had a dream of a position against Mike Johnson on Board 4. However, at the hour mark, with his rooks menacingly poised on the seventh rank, a monster passed pawn, and threats all over the board, something went horribly wrong for Bernard. He thought he saw a mate, missed Mike's defence, and in a heartbeat a certain point became a defeat. We've all been there. It's part of being a chess player. But it was painful to watch. It just shows however good a position appears, nothing can be taken for granted. Still, Bernard will bounce back!
Moments later Paul lost to the very strong Maung Latt. I didn't see any of the game, yet the reality was we were 2-0 down by about 8.45. When Rhys's game against Ed Goodwin on Board 2 petered out into a draw around 9.00, the match was lost.
My game while now pointless in terms of the match, turned into a real roller-coaster. I missed a win, went wrong and ended up with rook and 2 v knight and bishop. Fortunately for me, Tom also was not as a accurate as he could have been, and I somehow managed to swing back from close to lost to winning again. In the dying seconds (literally) Tom found a good defence and we ended proceedings with just the two kings left on the board. So a 1 - 3 defeat...
So, on to Tuesday. I'm looking after the Coventry League team while Mark is convalescing, and I know how much everyone involved on both sides over the two nights (and of course our whole club) is wishing Mark well. He truly is one of us and we all stand with him and look forward to welcoming him back to the board when he is better.
Unfortunately last night's Coventry match turned into a total farce. At 7.30 Mike and Ben Larkin kicked off on Board 2, but we were waiting for a full compliment of players to arrive. At which point, Coventry realised that their Board 1 was unlikely to appear for the brilliant reason that no one had told him about the game. Terrible organisation on Coventry's part. Much debate ensued about whether Coventry should default on Board 1 or Board 4. We felt it was more sporting to default on 4, however, I did respect the fact that Ed did not want to play himself above Jonathan.
Unfortunately, this meant that Keatan did not get a game, and I want to thank both him and Nash for their patience and understanding and to apologise for a wasted evening. Having played so late the previous night, I somehow found the conversations around the Coventry Board order a bit draining, so by the time I eventually sat down to play I wasn't feeling great, but there we have it.
Ultimately we started 1-0 up. Mike and Jonathan played out an interesting draw. My second game in 24 hours against Tom was a slower burn than the previous night's but ended in another blitz shoot-out. I'd successfully defended a slightly weak IQP all night, and with a level position and two minutes each left on the clocks, fully expected Tom to accept a draw, particularly given in my view Coventry should have forfeited on Board 4 rather than Board 1. But Tom opted to play it out, as of course was his prerogative, and I succumbed in the final less than cheering moments of the game. Fortunately Paul played brilliantly against Ed Goodwin, and won a superb rook and pawn ending which he played with great aplomb to bring home the full point and to give us a 2.5 - 1.5 victory.
Given we won the match, I won't take issue with the Coventry decision not to play on Board 1 with the League, but will note that when team's are as poorly organised as this, it does take a lot of the fun out of the night for all involved.
So a win and a loss. Some brilliant games (especially Paul's win.) Some real nail-biters (both my games with Tom) and some more painful encounters (particularly Bernard's game against Mike.) On a good day chess is amazing and brilliant. On a bad night, there is a tendency to feel like Larkin who wrote:
"Morning, noon & bloody night
Seven sodding days a week
I slave at filthy WORK
that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak
This goes on until I kick the bucket"
(I've left off Larkin's final line. This being a family friendly publication and all that, but do look it up, for a full sense of how a chess-player feels after a bad loss.)
Still, all chess players know there will always be other nights to look forward too, when things will go better. Those moments when the black and white pieces resonate and connect with us, which is much like the feeling you get, when you happen on the place where you were born.
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