This morning while I sit on the dais Press Rio Skinny Vanilla Latte, my Starbucks Saved My Life-a taste of paradise.
The night was short: I managed to sleep four hours before my phone rings and pulls me out of nothing, and it was impossible to go back to sleep afterwards. The fault lies me: I just had to turn it off before going to bed. So I woke with a start, bad hair, and when Jamel Maistriaux (my room-mate, see posts above) tries to talk to me, he gets in return a growling angry wave. I guess at that moment, seen from the outside, I look like a bear to upset the hair, albino moreover, that attempts to recover from a long hibernation.
arrived at Rio, I am a hearty breakfast ': Skinny Vanilla Latte, Blueberry Muffin and Apple Danish. Everything in love handles, that's done.
Passing through the main corridor, I can not help but notice that Phil Hellmuth has opened its lounge. Or at least a lounge that bears his initials, but not that about 110 kg bombs greet you at the entrance, is also one of the reasons that I am stayed outside.
The other reason I stayed out? I'm not VIP big boy in a dark suit and dark glasses stashed behind the reception desk would probably have ripped one or two fingers before asking me nicely to go out, if only I had dared to ask a toe on the carpet of lounge.
Moreover, a horrible doubt assails me. Just opposite the above-mentioned bombs, I notice there's a bench, all that is more mundane, you say. Except that on the bench, is a sleeping man:
At least I think he is asleep. I hope. Just imagine for a moment that he has tried to enter: the black suit may have handled his case, and has left there, the state of vegetable ... Brrr. Moving on.
few hours later, William finds himself Darcourt final table of the WSOP $ 3,000 NLHE Triple Chance. It has 1.5 million chips, and has a real chance to go win the coveted bracelet.
Final Table WSOP $ 3,000 NLHE Triple Chance 
By early evening, the field is reduced to four players, and William is chip leader with nearly 40% of tournament chips. Patrick Bruel and David Benyamine are encouraged at this time: a second French bracelet is now entirely possible.
The hours are hell: William must defend itself against two sharks from the net: Ryan "gutshtallin" Welch and Jon "sketchy1" Eaton. William must face shots cleverly played, raises finely proportioned, and eventually surrender when Jon Eaton touches his flush on the turn, then that William has re-raised all in with second pair on the flop. William
signs here his best performance in terms of gains, after his victory at the WPT Bucharest last April. There is no doubt that French is now firmly entrenched on the international circuit, and we will see him soon in the short-lists of the greatest tournaments.
I love this picture: it was taken by my friend Jules Pochy Made In Poker The day was long and intense: I have the distinct impression of coitus interruptus when William was suddenly eliminated from the tournament. It's hard, even if performance is huge: I can not even imagine what it feels Guillaume. In my case, an anvil falls on my shoulders and I can not hide the tears come to my eyes when I go on stage media, dragging of the feet in the next few minutes I 'll have to do what I hate to tell how one of my players jumped. I promptly botches the article on the blog Team770, as if to write it soon would change some thing. The bracelet was so close, there, nearby, he could almost touch it .... shit. But the performance is so beautiful ...
I finished typing my post daily in the villa of William and Caro, while the champagne sparkles in the glass, and we discussed the day, and each respective winners. It must be said that has a pair of winners, gathered in one place .... It should also be that I leave you, they treat me to geek incapable of appreciating a good time, I must prove to them that one reporter also knows down a cul-dry vodka. See you tomorrow.
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