I am writing this now, such that tomorrow can truly be another day. Essentially we lost to Stratford and it was all my fault. Dave Ireland had a good win against Richard McNally on one. Dhairya who had answered a late call to play, for which we are hugely grateful, had an excellent draw on three. Paul went down on two, but it was my game against Carl Hibbard which was key.
I picked up a pawn in the opening and built up a very strong attack. As ever, I am my own worst enemy, and I got into time trouble yet again. With a huge advantage on the board, but not much left on my clock, I somehow contrived to pick up the wrong piece. I wasn't sure if Carl had even seen or not, as he was just re-entering the room, but there was no question in my mind that I had to do the sporting thing and play the piece. Unfortunately, to my horror, all options with it left me completely lost.
Absolutely excruciating, not only costing me the game, but also costing us the match. I would say it was probably the most painful defeat I have ever had, and that's saying something. I don't really have any positives to add. Except perhaps, we've shown again that we can be competitive. Maybe sometimes, we just have to put our personal disasters down to experience and move on.
There will doubtless be other days, but I am glad this one is done.
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