2008 World Series of Poker Europe
Event 3 - £5,000 Pot Limit Omaha
Day: 3
Event Info
Theo Jorgensen 1,314,000
Sorel Mizzi 760,000
Erik Friberg 581,000
David Penly 250,000
Eric Dalby 235,000
Max Pescatori 180,000
With Jorgensen checking the flop, Dalby bet the pot (viturally all his chips). Both opponents folded.
Chris Ferguson got his entire stack in on a flop of and Theo Jorgensen made the call.
Ferguson
Jorgensen
Jorgensen flopped a set of sixes, but Ferguson was in good shape with the nut flush draw and a straight draw. The turn, though, was a total disaster for Ferguson as the landed, making Jorgensen quads yet again. The inconsequential fell on the river and Jesus hit the rail in seventh place, collecting £33,000 for his efforts today.
With Mercier looming over the table, his breath held, the turn came a most welcome to give him a straight to the jack. Mercier clenched his fist in silent celebration, but the fat lady wasn't singing just yet, as the board could still pair to give the Dane the pot.
The board may have paired, but it was the that hit to give Jorgensen quad aces and send the young American out in eighth. One again, the poker gods display their teasing ways.
Penly
Mizzi
The flop was , Mizzi's pair of jacks still leading. The turn was the , no help to Penly, but the on the river certainly was, allowing his king kicker to play. Penly's timely river draw-out doubled his stack to about 270,000.
Mizzi showed for trip threes and took down the pot, leaving Mercier on only 125,000 in chips.
On the river, Jorgensen casually waved all in, as if ushering away a foul smell. No chips found their way into the middle, but Jorgensen had around 400,000 and it was obvious he had his man covered.
With 210,000 before him, Mercier's body sagged as Jorgensen made his move. As pensive as ever, he pitched up tent in the think tank and dwelt for a good few minutes. As Jorgensen remained stationary, a tortured Mercier removed his cap and shook his head continuously as he continued to mull.
Just as I was thinking complimentary thoughts about the patience of the table, the clock was called (by whom, I remain unsure) and a one minute warning was given. A few moments later, Mercier made the fold.
Level: 18
Blinds: 5,000/10,000
Ante: 0