All of the words and phrases in this column that appear in quotation marks are the – much beloved by me – local London lingo. "Bloody right," this column is about a little UK poker! While in London recently, where I was shooting three parts of a reality show (the UltimatePoker.com Showdown), I thought it would be a treat to make an appearance at a poker club, out of respect and "honour" (er … honor) for the UK poker scene and its players. So, very late on a Sunday night – at 3 a.m., in fact – after filming the reality show finale, I strolled into the Gutshot Club, in London's West End, to say hello. By the way, a "gutshot" is an inside-straight draw, or more precisely, a one-card straight draw. (You remember when your granddaddy told you, "Never draw to an inside straight," and you wondered what that was all about.)
Once I arrived, I found the club to be quite "lovely," and it even had a regular table named "Hellmuth," which I thought was absolutely "spot on"! Of course, the players and management urged me to play in the local game, which was £1-£2 blinds pot-limit hold'em with a buy-in of 50 "quid" (pounds). I sat down, threw four $100 bills to the dealer, and said,
"Deal me in!" $400 amounted to 222 quid, and the game was on.
Player X opened for £7, and I called with the 107
. In a tournament, I would have thrown this hand away right then and there, but in this game, I felt I could take a few chances. (I also knew that I wasn't going to play for more than about 30 minutes.) Three other players called, and the flop came down 8
6
5
, which was huge for me. I had an open-end straight draw and a flush draw, and a 9 would give me the deluxe end (high end) of the straight. And if a 9 did come off, I would bust anyone who was holding a 7, since he would make a 9-high straight and mine would be 10-high.
Player X bet out £25 into the £35 pot, and it was my turn to act. I certainly wasn't going to fold this hand, which left calling or raising as my only options. If I called the bet, I might be letting player X hit a card like an ace or a queen, which might give him a pair or two pair, and then I would be forced to call his next bet (perhaps pot-sized) as an underdog. But if I raised, I would have a good chance to win the pot right then and there; and even if he called my raise, or moved me all in, I still had a ton of winning cards. I mean, how much of an underdog could I possibly be here?
So, I called the £25 bet and raised £85 more – the biggest possible raise, because in pot-limit, you can bet only the size of the pot. Player X called me fairly quickly, which meant he had something fairly strong; he certainly had 10 high beat! The next card was the 10, and player X checked. The 10
wasn't the best card for me (a non-diamond 9 would have been better), but it was certainly "emm," an "excellent" card for me. Now I could beat any other pair on the board, like eights, sixes, or fives, and I still had my straight draw and flush draw working for me.
So, I moved all in for my last £110, and player X called me. By the rules of tournament hold'em in the United States, we flip our hands faceup when we are all in, but this was London. I flipped my hand faceup, and waited while the last card was dealt. Because I didn't know what player X had in his hand (he had opted to keep his cards facedown), I didn't know what I was rooting for, or against, on the last card! The last card proved to be the 5, for a final board of 8
6
5
10
5
. My opponent said, "Emm, that's good," meaning that I had won the pot.
As the chips were pushed to me, player X showed down the K 9
. Like mine, his flush and straight draws had both failed. In fact, he had flopped a higher flush draw and higher straight draw than I had, and I basically needed to hit a non-diamond 10, 9, or 4 to win the pot. Despite getting a huge-looking flop, I was in bad shape! (On the flop, I was more than a 2.5-1 underdog to win the pot.) "Emm," it was an "honour" to play at the Gutshot. I played this hand properly, and it was "spot on" for me to hit the "lovely" 10
for 475 "quid"! "Brilliant, mate!"
PokerStars 2005 World Championship of Online Poker Vol. 2, No. 11
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History Repeats
by Jesse May
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Hitting a 'Gutshot' in London
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Travels With the Camel
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Irish News
by Roy Brindley
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Phil Hellmuth Jr. Steps in for 'Mad Marty' Wilson
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Accumulator vs. Conservator
by Todd Arnold
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Analyzing the Strength of a Draw
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Tikay's Table Tales
by Tony Kendall
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The Poker Cynic
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My Last Bet on Football
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A Law Unto Themselves
by Lucy Rokach
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Courtney Friel: World Poker Tour's Queen Among Kings
