"And there it is, Folks!" Bagas shouted as if he were the comntator of the World Cup’s final, giving the report of a last-minute goal in front of a million spectators. "Two best friends! Two rivals! Standing side by side, letting the world know their nas! Two wins at the exact sa ti! Both Laysa and Anna have fulfilled their duty, bringing back the glory for Indonesia in this round!"
Hilda99: Let’s fucking goooo!
Kons67: Damn! Before this, I always thought that Bagas was annoying and not suitable to host a chess ga. But this? This is a fucking poetic!
Tobi79: Yeah, that is so fucking beautiful! Well done, young man!
The chat broadcast also exploded with excitent, with so celebrating the two simultaneous wins while others were praising Sheva for his linguistic talent. Nevertheless, the festive atmosphere couldn’t be denied there, as everyone was so happy with this result.
"The two wins from Anna and Laysa will bring the team to the lead with 2 – 0, and except if Sister Irene and Sister dina lose both gas, we will secure our victory and bounce once again to the top 4 of the standings," Claudia explained how big the impact of this result was pretty quickly. "Not only that, but individually, they are also on a historical run right now."
"Oh? How so?" Bagas asked, intrigued. He would always be happy to do a hyping job, so this was his bread and butter.
"With this win, now Laysa has 7 wins and 3 draws in her record, while Big Sis has 6 wins, 2 draws, and 1 loss. Both of them are the candidates to get a dal in their respective boards, with Laysa being the player with the biggest chance to get a gold dal on board 4, while Big Sis could still snatch the bronze dal for board 3." She spoke in one breath. "Moreover, they have also officially t the threshold to get their IM norm, and while they still need to et the other requirent, at least, we can say that Laysa and Big Sis are one step closer to becoming the third and fourth won to earn the IM title in Indonesia!"
Froggies: Damn, so proud of you two, girls!
Hilda99: I have been watching them since they were children, so I know how capable they are. Still, to think that they are fulfilling their potential like this... Aweso!
Everyone was celebrating the win that brought Indonesia’s won’s team closer to the top. Hell, so of them even dared to dream further, wanting to see the team enter the podium. As for snatching the gold dal for the team, no one had hope about that, especially since the current leaders were India’s first team and Georgia, the two teams that beat them in the past. With one round left, they had no chance to overtake those two powerhouses, but for the third place...
’The current numbers 4 and 5 are Poland and France, and we have already beaten them both in the past.’ Claudia muttered in a hopeful tone. ’If one of them sohow slips in just one of the last two rounds, it would be enough for us to overtake their position. Let’s just hope that the Chess God is still siding with us...’
While everyone was so focused on the won’s team, the situation on the n’s team was far more dire. Compared to the glamorous ladies, the n were getting beaten black and blue by the German team. The European powerhouse really showed the huge difference between a strong team and a weak team that could only rely on luck and one player.
Three hours had passed already, the standard total ti of a classical ga without any incrent or additional ti, and three of the four players on the n’s team were eliminated already.
Facing the young monster Vincent Keyr, Master Susanto could only smile wryly as he got slaughtered with no rcy. The man didn’t even last for 25 moves, having been forced into a situation where he had to sacrifice his queen or almost all of his pieces to survive. In the end, he was the fastest to lose, with only around 1 hour and 45 minutes.
The second one who had to surrender to his opponent was Novendra. For him, Sheva couldn’t offer any comfort. Hell, if anything, the boy didn’t mind him losing, even though it would drag the team down. After all, with the conflict arising last night, the more Novendra fell, the better Sheva’s position would be.
This ti, against Mathias Bluebaum, who was at the sa age as Novendra, the man survived a little bit longer, almost touching the 40 moves threshold to get the additional ti. Unfortunately, his ti managent was terrible in this ga, and the closer his clock got to zero, the more panicked he beca. Bluebaum didn’t even have to make any complicated tactical maneuver; he just waited for Novendra to self-destruct before sweeping everything under the rug.
It was a brutal ga, and just like his compatriot, Vincent Keyr, Mathias Bluebaum executed the endga perfectly once the opportunity was there.
As for Taher, the one whom Sheva hoped the most, it seed that an IM also had his own limit, especially against a GM. Playing against Rasmus Svane, a young GM with an ELO rating of 2649, he managed to stay for so long, even holding the man to the additional ti with his ironclad defense. Unfortunately, it crumbled in the most crucial situation, letting all of his pawns be slaughtered by the enemies.
In the end, with a rook against a dark bishop, a knight, and three pawns, Taher didn’t have any choice but to resign the ga, sealing the defeat for the n’s team.
Everything should be over right now, with the victory settled for the German team. No matter what result Sheva achieved against Dmitrij Kollar, he wouldn’t be able to change anything. However, in such a long endga, the boy was unwilling to resign or offer a draw.
’No, even if it is futile, I still have to fight!’ His determination burned brightly. ’An absolute defeat will hurt our dignity. No, I cannot let that happen! I have to fight until the end and win my ga!’
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