Thursday, July 23, 2026

3 days in Vegas: day one

 Why I decided to skip the WSOP this year

I usually decide my Vegas plans as soon as the WSOP schedule is released. This year I hummed and hawed before deciding to skip it this year for only the second time in my career (the first was back in 2012 because of the London Olympics) for a combination of reasons: a bit of Vegas fatigue (I felt burnt out at the end of my 5 week trip there last summer), other commitments like trying to get the next book finished, and trying to reduce non-essential travel to spend more time with my wife and family.
I thought I might feel a little FOMO once it started, but felt absolutely none. During the week I spent in Malaga, I kept thinking this was a much more pleasant experience than Vegas and the WSOP. However...

Why I changed my mind

As the main event loomed I did start to feel some FOMO. There's only so many times you can play the best tournament in the world. I was fairly sure I'd regret not taking my annual shot. The stars aligned in the sense that day 2 of the main fell in a week between other live commitments, and the best way to get there was via London where I had my next live commitment. So the plan was simple: fly to Vegas the day before the final day 2, do what was necessary to enter day 2 and then get a good night's sleep. My flight back got me to London just in time for my event there, so in most worlds in which I'd no longer be in the main event late on day 4, I'd catch that flight and skip the London to Dublin one.

The journey

The journey was pretty uneventful, I had a couple of hours in Heathrow which I spent walking around to make sure I got my 10k steps for the day, and that I didn't fall asleep on a bench and miss my flight. I hadn't slept much the previous night so I was hoping to tire myself out further to the point I might be able to at least nap on the plane, but no such luck. I'm notoriously bad at sleeping on planes, and wasn't helped by an unlucky seat draw (middle seat between window and aisle) but it was what it was and I mostly wrote and listened to music on the flight.

Upon arrival, there was an annoyingly long line at immigration (one of the disadvantages of coming via London rather than Dublin is you don't clear that before you fly), but not the worst. It ended up being 45 minutes and the immigration officer was very friendly and efficient when I finally made it to the top of the line.

With very little sleep in the past 48 hours and about to play the biggest tournament of the year in less than 24 hours, the plan now was to check in at Tuscany Suites, then walk the short distance to do what was needed for me to register the next day, then get an early night and as much sleep as possible before I had to play.

The best laid plans of mice and Dan

I walked back to the Horseshoe and verified myself so I could enter on the app. However, when I did and tried to buy my ticket on the app with my Revolut debit card, they tried to charge me an extra 2% (200 bucks!), despite stating that it was only credit cards (not debit cards) that this applied to. I'm not paying an extra two hundred bucks, so I try my Luxon account next. To my annoyance, when I try to fund it with my card, it objects to the apostrophe in my name on the card, something it never does at home.

Not to worry, I think, there's a Luxon help desk in the corridor. I go there and explain the situation to the very patient gentleman, who waits until I've finished my explanation, then says

"I'm nothing to do with Luxon. The desk closed hours ago. I'm just sitting here"

At this point, my only real option is to buy in with cash. Only problem is I don't have 10k in cash with me, so I send out a few messages, Smidge obliges to the tune of 2k, and Paulina says she can do the rest, but I have to go to her hotel well up the strip to get it.

I ran into Keith Touhey and Ken Griffin in town to promote their AI coach project Edgecore that is drawing a lot of favourable attention, then met Smidge who was eating steak with Dan Wilson. I then got a message from another Dan offering to buy me dinner.

Dan the man

I've known Dan for well over a decade at this point. He's had an interesting last decade to say the least. He was a satellite grinder back in the day when UKIPT and EPT satellites were my main grind, and got some satellite coaching from me. He then stepped away from poker for a while reinvented himself as a DJ in Vegas and trance musician, and released an album called "A Question of Reality" (which he very kindly gave me a CD copy of), before starting a start up that made his fortune. At this point he came back into poker as a recreational, got some more coaching from me, and won a bracelet.


As a man of leisure, he now mainly plays high stakes live PLO cash, which from what I understand supplements his existing fortune nicely. One of the things I love about Dan is that even though he's not doing it for the money any more, and he's a very generous man, he still gets that the money is the point, so he game selects well rather than just firing because he's loaded. This year, he identified that the satellites for the main were the best value, got some more coaching for me and his friend and horse Jimmy, and went at them hard for the 5 days they were running round the clock, and cleaned up. As such, he's a model professional even though this isn't his livelihood or job any more. Seeing how well he and other students did in satellites at the series this year cemented in my mind the notion that grinding the satellites hard should be an essential part in any future WSOP campaign I embark upon.

A catchup with Dan on his dime seems like a plus Ev play at this point. I meet him railing Jimmy on the bubble of a main satellite, and spirits are high when Jimmy gets over the line. We go to Dan's favourite Thai place in Spring Valley, and have a great meal with great company. Jimmy works as a floor guy at the Aria and is good people. In fact, the only flaw I can find with Jimmy is his sense of distance and geometry: he tells us his place is nearby so Dan offers to drop him off. 30 minutes later Dan and I are both questioning if "nearby" means something different to Americans.

After dropping him off, Dan very kindly drops me at Paulina's hotel. I haven't seen her in person since last Vegas even if we have done countless hours on Zoom studying together since. so it's great to see her again (and the way she always squeals my name in delight when she sees me for the first time in ages is always a highlight). She insists we have a drink together so we do: I keep it to one drink because I know from personal experience one or at a push two can actually help me sleep, but more than that can disrupt it and lead to occasional hangovers the next day.

I get back to my room shortly after midnight, a bit later than I originally planned, but actually it worked out perfectly because I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow, and woke up from the deepest sleep in a while about 11 hours later, four hours before I had to play.

There was still to be another spanner in the works when it came to register, but that's a story for another day and the next blog.

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Living life in seconds

Bye bye Vegas, I barely knew you

After my shortest Vegas visit ever (just over 72 hours which I will be blogging about soon), I find myself on a plane from Vegas to London to play the latest Party UK tour stop in Stratford. I got lucky even before I landed: the two seats either side of me were unoccupied, allowing me to lie down if not exactly stretch out, which meant I got some much needed sleep given I’d only slept about 16 of my 72 hours in Vegas. 

Lappin had booked a “cosy” airbnb near the venue on the basis that he’d be occupying it alone if I was still involved in the WSOP main event. After dropping my stuff and showering, I headed straight in to late reg the main. I ended up busting second last hand of the night. 

Fading spades

The following day I headed in to play the Faded Spade side event. I ended up on the final table that included the rest of the Chip Race (David Lappin and Barry Carter). At one stage it was looking good for Barry and I to get headsup, but I ruined that when I called his shove and my ace king held against king eight. The headsup battle swung back and forth before I finally got it in flipping (88 v AJ) for pretty much all the chips and manage to hold til the river when I got Barry Greensteined. Congratulations to the winner: when we got three way I thought it was only fair to alert him to the fact that myself and Barry have written several books together, to which he quipped "So I'm the third wheel". He turned out to be the big wheel.

Deja vu in the High Roller

I was back the following day for the High Roller. I have a good record in this event on the tour, with a 4th and 5th place finish from three previous events. This time I got all the way to headsup with Matt Harniman, after being three handed with my long time Danish friend Niels who is always great fun at the table). 

Matt started with a considerable chip lead but I got it back to almost level winning most of the small pots. The headsup was a clash of styles, with my small ball going up against Matt's big pot poker. After I won the first big pot (my jacks holding versus Matt's Ace Ten), Matt was down to a few big blinds and I had over 90% of the chips. At this stage I was optimistic I was going to avoid the dreaded second place that has been my fate so often live (ironically, given that the Irish word for second is Dara), but Matt flipped his way back into it (T2 > 96, K2 > 89) and the stacks were almost level when the big hand happened.

I raised J4o on the button, and he called. 

Flop was J32 and he check raised my cbet. After some thought I decided to shove, and after a very long tank he called with 54o for an open ender. He got instant service with an Ace on the turn, and there was no miracle 5 for the chop for me on the river. That left me fuming with fumes, which went in next hand. I was dominating Matt's hand but couldn't hold.

I'm not going to lie, this one hurt a lot more than the previous night, not because it was a bigger tournament, but more because I felt I had a decent edge headsup (which wasn't true the previous night). That's poker though as they say, and Matt was gracious in victory, saying it meant a lot to slay his idol whose books had played such a big part in his development, and whose training site SimplifyPoker he'd joined. Matt explained his decision to call off with the open ender with less than 32% equity in a spot where the pot odds required 39% on the basis that while he knew he wasn't getting the the price, he felt it was his best shot to win rather than get outplayed headsup (a reasoning reminiscent to Chris Ferguson's call off with A9o headsup in the WSOP main event versus TJ Cloutier), which is fair enough. After my 12 minute cool off period after a bust, we had a drink in the bar together. For those who don't know who he is, Matt is the most successful Power Path player ever.



Next...

Although disappointed not to have closed out at least one of the tournaments in London, I was still happy to be straight back on the horse so soon after Vegas (and to make an immediate dent on my losses in Sin City). I think I'm near the top of my game as far as live goes right now, so I'm hoping the big one is coming soon. Next live poker for me is the Irish Poker Tour Summer in Dublin next week, Party's Glasgow stop, and then EPT Barcelona. Before then, my focus is on getting back in shape and eating clean, coaching, writing (the next book is nearing completion), whatever online poker I can fit in, and a webinar (on the final table coaching I offer students when they make a big final table) and more content for SimplifyPoker.

Final shoutout to Raj and the whole Party team who really do put on amazing events, and to the winner of the main event in London Daniel Smith (and Ireland's Barry Donovan who was third: Barry is a very consistent performer).


Sunday, July 5, 2026

People don't read any more

 The most common reaction I got when I told people 7 years ago I was writing a book on satellites with Barry Carter was

“Why? In this age of training videos, nobody reads any more?”

But do they?

Seven years later, the book has sold over 100 times as many copies as I was told to expect it to sell (and still sells more every month than I was told to expect lifetime), and may not even end up being my biggest seller (GTO Poker Simplified is catching it fast). 


I hear similar claims made for shorter written content: that in this age of training videos nobody reads strategy articles or newsletters, and in the age of vlogs nobody reads blogs. 

Dear diary....

I started writing this blog almost two decades ago purely for myself (I’d written a similar journal in my running days) never expecting anyone else to read it. I remember the shock the first time I ran into someone at a poker tournament who had, and I realised I was going to have to be a little more careful when I got death threats from one player angered by what I’d written. I remember the endorphin rush when I wrote my first blog that got 100 readers: imagine that, one hundred people actually reading something I’d written! I remember the first 1000 reader blog I wrote, and the first 3000, 5000, 10000, 20000 and 50000 ones. I remember my delight when the counter on the blog overall hit 100k, 200k, 500k and a million. 

It felt like the blog peaked about ten years ago, and as I got approached and paid to write for other sites and moved more towards books, my posts here slowed down and withered to the occasional piece to promote a new book or course. While I was very flattered to be asked to write for other sites (and the money was nice) I did feel a tinge of regret at abandoning the blog. One of the things I most liked about the blog was the idea that when it’s all over, I (and others) could look back for a full warts and all in running account of my poker career. I often go back to read old blogs to check if my memory of certain key events aligns with the reality I wrote at the time (and I’m often both alarmed at how widely different it is, and happy to have it to refer to. Human memory is very imperfect, we remember the retellings of events which tend to change over time like a corrupted hard drive rather than the actual event itself). It therefore saddens me somewhat that the last five years or so contain so few of these accounts. 

Don't call it a comeback

When VegasSlotsOnline decided to stop publishing written poker content earlier this year, I made a decision that rather than move to another paid site I’d revive this blog. It was predicated on people actually reading it, which I wasn’t sure they would any more. I was pleasantly surprised by the numbers who did read the first few entries, and really really surprised by how many were going back and reading old blogs once I started promoting them again. David Bowie told me once the real secret to longevity (in the music industry) was you didn’t need every album to be a hit: you just needed one every five years or so, to a new audience who would then go back and buy your older albums. Similarly with the Chip Race we know from the metrics that as long as we continue to attract new listeners, the old episodes continue to get listens as a small percentage of those new listeners dip back into the back catalogue. 

There was a time I wasn’t sure this blog would ever get to the million mark. Monthly reads had declined back into the hundreds when the overall number was around 900k, so the math indicated a million might never come (at least in my lifetime). To get there I put in a spurt of effort into both new posts and promoting the older ones.

Since then, monthly hits ticked along in the 2-3k region, which was fine, but since I started updating this blog again this year, and promoting it more, that number has increased ten fold. So don’t tell me people don’t read any more: maybe they just don’t want to read the AI slop that seems to be taking over most poker sites. 

In an effort to make this blog a complete central repository for my short written poker content I have already started moving older pieces written for now defunct sites here. I’m excited about the blog again (I genuinely think it’s fairly unique in the poker content space), grateful to everyone who reads and helps spread the word, and open to all feedback as to what I should write about.

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Staying hydrated in Malaga

After just 24 hours at home after getting back from Manchester, it was time to pack my bags and head to the airport again. The destination this time was Malaga for the PokerStars Open. The first time I was ever in Spain in my life for any reason was Malaga, early in my career, also for a PokerStars event, but I hadn’t been back since. In recent years I was always in Vegas at the WSOP when it was on.

On the subject of the WSOP, many people were asking me why I wasn’t there, and one (Ray) berating me for not being there since, in his words, it’s such a good opportunity. I don’t disagree on the last point, even if almost all my close friends there are doing their bollocks this year: shoutout to my long time friend Paulina Loeliger who is the exception absolutely crushing it. This in itself gives a clue to my thinking on Vegas. Every year almost all of my friends do their bollocks, with one or two exceptions, even if (I’m virtually certain that) they’re hugely plus Ev over there, because that’s how tournaments work (particularly big field ones). Variance gonna variance. 

Looking back at my own sixteen WSOP campaigns, the vast majority of the time I’ve been in the “doing their bollocks” camp, even though I’m massively profitable lifetime there (almost entirely down to one campaign (2015) and one big 300k score). I’ve reached the stage in my life and my career where I don’t need the heartache of spending five or six weeks in an unpleasant desert environment playing poorly run tournaments to almost certainly return home with less money than I went with. 

Most people really don’t understand tournament variance. To be fair Ray is a sharp guy and understands it better than most (bit is running very well right now which brings with it a certain cockiness), but to make my point I asked him a hypothetical question:

“Thought experiment. Someone shuffles a deck and offers you 100/1 if you can guess the exact card on top of the deck. How much of your net worth or annual income would you bet on it?"

His response:

“Not much to be honest. Pure gamble where I’m getting double the odds. I wouldn’t gamble my money on such a high variable outcome that I cannot control"

And there you have it. Faced with a massively plus Ev option (96% long term ROI, almost certainly higher than mine in Vegas tournaments) that can be completed much faster than a summer in Vegas, Ray (and most sensible people) wouldn’t gamble very much of his net worth because he knows he’s going to lose most of the time. 

Meet the housemates 

Our quartermaster David Lappin can always be counted on to get us good digs on trips like this, but this time he outdid himself with a great place on the golf course with a pool. The other housemates were Thomas (Murphy) and Jason (Tompkins) who brought his wife Joy and daughter Fay to brighten things up. 

From a personal point of view the poker could have gone better, but also worse. I slightly better than min cashed the main event and the mystery bounty both on one bullet I had from a Silver Pass, but bricked all the other side events including two high roller bullets. David had a particularly miserable trip with just a mystery bounty cash, Tom was down too, with Jason the only winner in the house this trip due to a deep run in the main and a few other cashes. 

There were a lot of Irish in attendance, not just on the playing side, but also floor staff and dealers. I was on the same flight over as fellow IPT ambassador Tanya Masters (who got 5th in the women’s event), and a special shoutout to John Enright, who took down the Second Chance event. I had an interesting chat with John on my last night in the casino. He was understandably happy with the result, but less happy with the wheelchair accessibility at the event. I repeated some of his comments about what organisers can do to make the experience more comfortable for our wheelchair brethren in the latest episode of the Lock In (which also includes my new favourite moment ever in one of our shows: you’ll know it when you see it).


Some minor gripes

Speaking of complaints, David and I talked in the latest Lock In about what we saw as the overly officious enforcement of time banks and new rules designed to reduce or maybe even eliminate stalling. In every event, a shot clock came into effect, which gave every player 15 seconds on their first decision every hand, and 30 seconds for each subsequent decision. Additionally, players had 30 second time cards they could use at any time for anything up to an additional thirty seconds: we were all given two of these as soon as the shot clock came in, and one additional one at each subsequent break. 

For those who don’t know, here’s how it works. After the dealer has dealt the cards, they press a button on the iPad in front of them that starts a countdown from 15, which gives the first player to act 15 seconds to make their decision (if they don’t act in time they have to give the dealer a time bank card: if they have none the hand is dead). Once the player acts, the dealer presses the button again to start the countdown again, and so on. The fact you have thirty seconds on all but the first decision places an additional attention load on the dealer who has to remember to press a different button to start a 30 second countdown when that happens. 

In one case, I opened, got three bet, and the dealer pressed the wrong button (for 15 rather than 30 seconds). She saved the situation quickly after I protested by pressing the 15 second button again when my first fifteen seconds ran on. Kudos to her, but I don’t like the fact that this additional load is placed on both dealers and players at the point in the tournament when mistakes are very likely to be very costly. In my view, I shouldn’t have to be worrying about dealers pressing buttons on an iPad and watching to make sure they hit the right one when I’m making decisions for potentially a lot of money. 

There were other instances where the dealer forgot to press the reset button when the action was on me, giving me a lot less than 15 seconds to act. I didn’t protest on any of these occasions as I’m not an asshole trying to make the dealers already very difficult job even more difficult, and I never had a decision tricky enough to take more than the 7-9 seconds I actually had, but were I such an asshole looking to stall as much as possible, these dealer oversights afforded me the perfect opportunity to start an argument, potentially call the floor, and run down minutes rather than seconds. 

I’m not the biggest fan of shot clocks in general. I understand that recreationals largely hate stalling (most but not all: some I know actually enjoy it as what they see as an extra strategic dimension), and to be honest I do too. Interminable bubbles where everyone is taking two minutes or more on every decision are pure torture, so I understand the argument for shot clocks. Whether they’re worth the sacrifices involved (recreationals flustered into hasty bad decisions, the almost total loss of an easygoing social atmosphere at the table that accompanies their introduction) is an argument for another day. As an online professional used to making quick decisions, I recognise they give me an advantage over less experienced players who aren’t as clear on their ranges and used to acting quickly, but I’m not convinced it’s a fair one. 

However, I absolutely hate a new winkle Stars have introduced: dealers are instructed to keep an eye on all the players, and call the floor if any player seems to be using the full 15 seconds for every decision. This places an additional burden on dealers, and I really don’t see what the issue here is. 15 seconds isn’t very long: if one player at the table is taking it on every decision, what’s the big deal? 

It did become a big deal near the bubble of the mystery bounty when David Lappin was warned for taking the full 15 seconds every hand. By his account, he reduced that to about thirteen seconds after the warning, but the dealer still took the view this was clock abuse, and called the floor again. David argued his case vehemently (of course), pointing out that short stacked in a mystery bounty near the bubble, almost every hand he was dealt was plus chip Ev, but he needed time to assess the effect of ICM, the bounty aspect, and future game. On an aside the only time in my entire career I have had clock called on me was on the final table bubble of a mystery bounty under the gun after I had been crippled to less than two big blinds. This is a hellishly complicated spot when you get dealt a trash way below average hand but have to try to calculate whether you still have to go with it, factoring in ICM, the chance that someone else busts this hand (securing a ladder and saving you from posting next hand), the mystery bounty aspect (how many more callers you’re likely to get if you go with your hand under the gun compared to waiting to be big blind next hand) and everything else, and when I asked a pro at the table how long they think they’d need to decide whether to go with eight two offsuit his answer was

“Way more than the time you were given”

And there in lies the problem. If you asked your average unstudied recreational (or floor person, who typically has a similar level of strategic understanding), you’ll get one of two snap answers, either “you have to go with any two because you’re so short” or “you have to fold because your hand is so bad”, so to them the pro taking two minutes trying to decide what to do must be just stalling. 

My view is fairly straightforward: if you give players 15 seconds to make decisions, they should have 15 seconds on every decision. If you give them time bank extension cards, they should be able to use them any way any time they want. However, there seems to be a view among some organisers that they can only be used when you have a difficult decision with the cards you have been dealt right now. As I said, I disagree. Tournaments are not just about the cards you are dealt, there’s a host of other strategic factors, and the shot clock and time extensions introduces new ones. Rather than trying to stop that, I think TDs should just accept it. It’s impossible to police if someone has a valid difficult decision or not, and TDs are rarely qualified to make such determinations. 

Another rule I hate is the virtual all in rule (if most of your stack is already in, you’re not allowed to use your time extension cards). This introduces ambiguity about what exactly “most” means in this case, and an unintended consequence of this might actually lead to more rather than less stalling. 

Example: you know you’re going to be forced all in in the next orbit. You also know that if you allow the big blind to hit you, you’re not going to be allowed to use your time cards because of this rule. You’re near a pay jump very likely to be reached in the next five minutes, and you have five minutes worth of time cards. What’s the only intelligent thing to do in this spot? Use your time cards while you can. If you’re under the gun, you should sit there throwing in the time cards until the pay jump is either reached, or you run out of time cards. That’s five minutes of everyone’s life they’re not getting back that might never have to have been wasted (if the player knew they could use them next hand in the case the pay jump wasn’t reached during the current one). 

There is a relevant precedent here. For years, the WSOP TDs used to stop updating the clock with the number of runners remaining in the mistaken belief that this would reduce stalling (players wouldn’t stall when they had no idea how far from the bubble they were). For years, I argued that this was counterproductive, as players erred on the side of caution and started stalling as soon as this part of the tournament arrived. You’re under the gun and the clock says you’re 40 from the money but you know from r patience it might be only 2 and the bubble might go this hand: of course you’re going to stall as much as you can get unless money means little or nothing to you. On the other hand, if the clock is up to date and you trust it, and you see you’re still 20 away….your incentive to stall is greatly reduced. 

I was proven right when the (excellent) WSOP app arrived. Now, dealers can eliminate a player on their device as soon as it happens, and the app instantly updates the player count on the clock. And guess what: bubbles were suddenly much faster. Yes, people still stalled when there were ten or less or whatever away, but not when there were 50 but they thought it might be only ten. 

As I said, I think once you introduce a shot clock and time bank cards you have to accept they add new strategic dimensions. Near the bubble of that mystery bounty where David got into an argument with the floor, I was short enough that I couldn’t play many hands, but not so short I was likely to bubble. However, because I was in such an ICM coffin, I wanted the bubble to go as soon as possible, preferably before the blinds hit me again and took a quarter of my stack. At this point, I was in late position, so really want the bubble to go before I have to post again. A player busts in early position, leaving the under the gun seat open two hands later. As the dealer shuffles, I see out of the corner of my eye that they’re breaking a table. I’m now clearly rooting for a player to arrive and occupy the free seat at my table before the current hand ends. That will give me a whole extra free hand (and an extra player at the table taking time to be dealt in and decide what to do) so it’s clearly to my advantage. As it’s folded around to me, I see players from the broken table (which couldn’t be farther away from ours) take their seats at other tables, but not ours. I also see one player at the broken table who is taking longer to gather his chips, and realise two things: he must be the one coming to our table, and if I fold quickly he’s likely to get to the table too late to pay the blinds. So what do I do? I use a time extension, which ensures that he does arrive with about five seconds to spare…and a few hands later when I’m under the gun, the bubble bursts.

You might not think saving myself those two big blinds is a big deal, but anyone who knows anything about mystery bounty strategy (buy the book) will recognise what a difference it can make, and indeed did make in this specific example. The following day, the mystery bounties came into player, and I coveted three players at my table I wouldn’t have covered if I had two big blinds less. 

In conclusion

Wow, that was quite the detour. I do t want to give the impression it’s a massive gripe because it isn’t: it’s just a minor one that takes a long time to try to explain fully. 

Overall, I have nothing but good things to say about the staff who worked the event: dealers, floor staff, reg and payout people, take a bow. You blow away your competition across the pond in Vegas, and are the biggest reason why I’d much rather spend a mid summer’s week in Malaga.


On my last day in Malaga, I walked back to the venue to meet Willie Elliot and his brother Dode. As I walked through the summer sun, I remembered previous trips to Spain, and wondered how much longer I'd be doing this for. In the cab to the airport, Willie and I reminisced about a trip to Marbella 13 years ago when Willie drove me around the hills. Willie asked

"Do poker players retire?"

which I took to mean "Will you ever retire?"

My answer was that my past to this point indicates I lose interest in my obsessions when I realise I've plateaued. Chess was first: as soon as it became clear I'd never be a grandmaster I lost interest in a game that had held my thoughts captive all through my teens. Bridge and backgammon fell by similar waysides, as did marathon running in my late 30s. When it comes to poker I do know the game will one day pass me by, as it does everyone, but I still have no sense that that day is here, or even near. And even when it does come, I imagine I'll still show up at the Irish Open and maybe the WSOP main event every year for as long as I can. Unlike the other activities I quit, fleeting glory is still possible long into your decline.

Next up for me is a week at home catching up on some writing, coaching and study, then on July 6th I fly to Vegas to enter the WSOP main event the following day, which is day 2. I have a return flight booked to London late on the 9th for the Party event there, which I will have to miss if still in the main late on day 4. In that scenario, I'll have to skip London and will probably stay to the end of the series, but either way I'll be home in time for the Summer in Dublin in the Green Isle.

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Glowed up Manchester

 Last Friday, I travelled to Manchester for the latest stop of the Party poker tour. In truth, I was probably looking forward to it significantly less than previous stops. I have been to Manchester several times for poker, but not since the pandemic, and while I have made some fond memories there, it hasn't really been at the poker table for the most part, and my impressions of Manchester as a city weren't great.

Mystery man

My first ever visit to the venue, the Manch235ter casino, was back in 2014. Coincidentally, my current sponsors Paddy Power were flirting with signing me back then and paid for me to appear at their Winter Open there, which was an attempt to raise the profile of the then struggling Irish Poker Open in the UK.

My biggest memory from the tables involve an aggressive American to my immediate right who late regged. From the table chat, I gathered that he was known to most of the English players at my table, and had played all the bigger events at the recent WPT Nottingham. He was playing almost every hand, so I couldn’t just wait for a big hand before getting involved. I lost chips after he check-raised me in two pots on the turn. But then I finally found a hand, [As-Ks] under the gun. It was the American’s big blind and I was not anticipating a fold, so I raised bigger than I would normally, to 525 at 100/200. A loose-passive player called on the button, and the American pumped it up to 1,900. I elected to call, and after the button folded, the flop came down Q-6-6 with two spades.

To my surprise, he checked, setting off alarm bells in my brain. Queens, really? I postponed my aggression until the turn and checked behind. Next came the four of spades and my opponent checked again. With the nut flush now made, it seemed like high time to bet, but I was still a bit suspicious, so I bet less than a third of pot. My opponent now clicked it back, and the alarm bells grew louder. However, getting odds of five to one on the call, against an opponent who had already pulled this move twice successfully, I couldn’t really just fold, so I called again to re-evaluate on the river.

That river was a fourth spade, and I wasn’t sure what I was doing if my opponent bombed into me. Thankfully, he checked, and after rejecting a value bet on the grounds that the best hand he could have that might call was jacks with the jack of spades, I checked behind. He rolled over queens for the flopped house and I was relieved to have escaped so lightly. 

“I guess you have too much information on me!” The American chimed, smiling ruefully. I assumed he meant from the fact he had played almost every hand to date.

“You do like your check raises!” I said, but at the break I found out that my neighbour was none other than Michael ‘The Grinder’ Mizrachi, who I had not recognized, probably due to jet lag, possibly senility.

My main memory away from the tables as I wrote in my Bluff Europe report at the time was the Aseefo Night Tour of Manchester given to me by my friend Asif Warris. He busted just before me, and gave me his personally guided tour of Manchester at night, taking in a wonderful Pakistani restaurant and shisha bar. Asif was such good company that the night flew by and before I knew it, I was heading to the airport for my flight home.

Plus ca change

I fired two bullets at the main this time, and would have bagged up well above average if my AK had held versus the AJ of Platinum Pass beast Matt Harniman (who it was lovely to finally meet in person). The other highlights were the other great people I met and had chats with, including Barry's friend wonkyJim, Marta, and recent Chip Race guest Andrew "BowieEffect" Wilson. Local hero Andrew who lives within a stone's throw of the casino got headsup in the main event against Simplify Poker student Michael Breen. It was a breakthrough win for the Irishman, who I believe was the first Irish winner of a main on the relaunched tour. Michael travelled over with Liam McVeigh, and it's great to see more Irish players travelling as word gets around what a great atmosphere and structure the tour provides.



I particularly enjoyed a long chat with Andrew outside the casino after the main. He told me he hasn't been playing much this year, instead focusing on coaching and fitness. He's dropped ten kilograms and is looking great these days. I always love seeing guys his age put focus into their physical well being: as I said to him, the older you get the harder it gets to correct course, and the older you get, the greater the difference it makes to your quality of life. Andy's a deep thinker across the board, and I enjoyed hearing his thoughts on a bunch of topics outside poker.

Manchester has significantly improved since last I was there (it'll be interesting to see if the mayor most credit that improvement to, Andy Burnham, can repeat the feat for Britain when he becomes Prime Minister, as seems almost inevitable now) and is now a buzzing vibrant city that is totally different from the rather grim depressed Manchester I remember. Once again, a highlight of this trip was getting the Aseefo tour, which included walking the Curry Mile (four times!), and he was kind enough to drop me to the airport at 3 in the morning.

Next up for me is a week in Malaga, then a week at home before I fly to Vegas for the WSOP main event. If I don't go deep in that, I'll be heading straight from Vegas to London for the next leg of the Party tour.

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

A mad ride in Madrid

Bricks and mortar

It’s an oft repeated cliche that recreational players are the life blood of poker, particularly live poker. Like most cliches it’s pretty much totally true. We have reached that point of the year when much of poker social media is given over to professionals complaining about things that displease them about this year’s WSOP. Despite all this naysaying, the WSOP pretty much goes from strength to strength, largely for one reason: they never lost sight of what recreationals care most about. 

In Europe, the people who have had this clearest vision recently of what you need to grow and sustain a live tour includes Party Poker, and they are now reaping the rewards, as more and more recreationals give them their vote with their feet, as well as a growing band of professionals like myself and David Lappin who think there’s more to a live stop than hard EV calculations. 

To brick or not to brick 

When I started travelling the Irish and European circuit, it wasn’t unusual for me to brick (not cash a single event) an entire festival. Back then, everything was a freezeout, so a brick might only represent three or four tournament bullets without a cash (I did however brick several early WSOP campaigns which involved many more bullets).

Then the era of multiple reentry started, and much more varied side event schedules. The recent Irish Open had about 100 side events, whereas Andy Black told me he remembered one only a couple of decades ago where the number of side events was just four (one for each day). It therefore became rarer for players like me who commit to volume to totally brick a festival. It has happened a couple of times already this year though, and it’s not a habit I want to get into. 

I flew into Madrid on Friday afternoon, and fired my first bullet at the main event. Bullets 2 and 3 were fired in the final hyper flight the following morning, but no bag was secured. That freed me up to late register the Faded Spade side event. That was looking very good for a while when I was second or third in chips with 12 left, but one hand left me short with 8 left (6 paid). A recreational whose approach to final tables seemed to be just “shove any decent hand from any position for any amount” shoved from early position. He’d done this enough times I was already starting to think his definition of decent might extend to half or even quarter decent so when I see jacks in the small blind I have a very easy reshove. I was ahead of the shover’s ace seven off but not the kings I ran into in the big blind, which left me with a few big blinds I was unable to spin. So a rather disappointing stone bubble and by now I was starting to wonder if I was going to brick another festival. 

The nightly hyper did nothing to dispel this notion as I lost twice with the best hand to king queen which rather optimistically called my shoves, leaving only the high roller to avoid the total brick.

Rolling in the deep

The high roller started poorly, at definitely the toughest table in the room including as it did Firaldo and Spanish Party pro Barbara Jimenez, as well as several other more than decent players. I drifted back to half starting stack before I started to get something going. For once I had a decent stack on the bubble which I successfully navigated. I got lucky against John Cahill when my queens rivered his kings. A couple of other successful all ins meant I got to the final table fourth of seven. That became third of four when the chipleader limped from the small blind and I looked down at 97o. With ICM here, there’s even less reason to raise, so I checked my option to see a “free” flop. He’d been raising or shoving previously in the spot leveraging his ICM advantage, so when he limps it’s likely he’s very polar (he either has a very strong hand that is hoping I raise or shove, or a very weak one that is too weak to shove). If I raise here, he will go with all the strong hands and a few bluffs and I’ll have to fold. Essentially this is a “miles ahead or miles behind” spot where I’m either way behind the strong hands he’s limping, or well ahead of the weaker ones. In these spots, raising makes no sense. 

The flop came 875 with two clubs (I do not have a club in my hand). He now bet small and this is no longer a “miles ahead or miles behind” spot but more a case of usually ahead but very vulnerable, sometimes behind with decent equity. In these spots you obviously can’t fold, and calling is unwise as you won’t know how to proceed on most turn and rivers cards facing the almost inevitable continued aggression of the chip leader, and as the third biggest stack of the four remaining, I have massive risk premium (ICM), which means to call a shove I need a lot of equity, and unless my hand improves I’ll never have the equity on turn and river. So all you can do in those spots is put the chips in yourself first, forcing your opponent to fold a lot of equity if he’s behind, and getting to realise your own equity and the chance to suck out if he’s ahead. Or in layman’s terms, you’re rooting for the fold, but know you nearly always have a decent chance to suck out with your pair and gutshot. 

Not on this occasion though: my opponent snapped my shove with 64o for the flopped straight and instead of the 9 outs I’d usually have when behind, I only had the three remaining sixes. None of them obliged with an appearance on turn or river, so I ended up busting in fourth for €5500. After the initial disappointment faded, I was happy to have emerged from the festival healthily in profit, and with my own performance to keep plugging away when it seemed the deck was not cooperating. In a forthcoming episode of the Chip Race, we talk about the importance of resilience in tournament poker in an excellent interview with Brandon Sheils. 

Some shoutouts 

The first final table I made of the festival (when I stone bubbled) was one of the friendliest I’ve ever been on. Mother and son Angela and Darach Rogan were sat side by side in seats seven and eight at the start, and ended up getting headsup, with my namesake claiming the trophy. Not to be outdone, Angela got her own trophy taking down the mystery bounty the following day, to cap off an incredible twenty four hours for the Rogan clan. I chatted to them both before I left and what seemed like a great feel good story from the outside us even more so when you get talking to them: a lovelier mother and son you couldn’t hope to meet. Darach is full of the enthusiasm of youth and all in for poker now: it’ll be very interesting to see how his caress develops but he’s off to a flier already with two live trophies. 


Also on that final table was a very friendly Scottish gentleman Edward Cherrie, who had quite the festival also. He followed up his fifth place finish in the Faded Spade with a win the nightly hyper, and he got headsup the following day in the last side event. He asked David and myself for a photo on that occasion and we were only too happy to oblige. Also shoutout to his home game Live At The Shed. Every so often, there's a lot of noise trying to create an antagonistic atmosphere between pros and recreationals, but one of the unique things about poker is how both can not just co-exist but compete at the same events, creating a much more enjoyable experience for both overall.


My roommate, cohost, valet, travel and accommodation booker, and butt of my incessant fat jokes David did that most professional of things: he chopped the PLO Masters event three handed before snap busting in third. 

Alexey Neofitov took down the main event, with Federico Estrada claiming the mini main.

And finally, a shoutout to all the marvellous Party live events staff who made this stop their biggest and best yet, and to the gentleman I probably chatted the most to at this stop, John Cahill. John expressed a great mental attitude towards bad beats (that they don’t bother him because he’s done what he was supposed to with his hand), but I still felt for him when my Queens rivered his kings near the bubble of the high roller. As I’ve often noted in the past, this is a sick game where we routinely break the hearts of friends and people we like, and they do the same. But we keep coming back as long as live organisers keep putting on great live events like this one in Madrid.

Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Monster

 When my brother first taught me the basics of tournament poker almost 20 years ago, he said something in the first lesson that always stuck with me.

"About thirty seconds before you bust most tournaments, you'll be feeling absolutely brilliant".

What he meant by that was that usually you'll be looking down at a great hand and getting all-in, but sometimes you'll be up against a better hand, if not immediately then by the river, and you'll be out in a spot where you thought you were doubling or better.

I was reminded of this when I got in Ace king threeway with just under a hundred players left in the Monster main event in the Green Isle for double the average. I was up against Ace jack and queens so not great but not terrible, almost 35% to triple so a profitable spot.

When the flop came KJx my 35% surged to 80% and now I was feeling great, but my 80% shrivelled to less than 5% on Queen turn. No miracle ten on the river, so quite the rollercoaster 30 seconds.

Loser. So who did win?

Robbie Bryant was a very popular official winner, taking the lion's share of an 8 way chop that saw 7 other players take home between €14k and 27k. The incredibly consistent and popular Helio Netto got €1k. Robbie's win propels him to the top of the IPT leaderboard ahead of the always stylish and impressive Davide Raschella.



Robbie's twin brother Ray was busy taking down the Monsterstack side event on the last day for €7540, so it was quite a day for the popular Tullamore twins. And yes, I'll be the first to admit I'm one of those who never knows which twin I'm talking to.



Other non losers

Daniel Gilmartin took down the Opener on Thursday for €3605. JJ Hazan chopped the Omaha 300 on the same day and bought, I mean, won the trophy, a feat he repeated the following day in the Omaha Progressive Bounty (chopping on this occasion with Doke student Patrick Eagers and friend of Doke Jason Tompkins), a double we are unlikely to hear the end of as long as JJ draws breath. The former Dragons Den star has been begging to get on the Chip Race for a while now, and will finally get his wish in the coming months before an event he's organising in Nairobi.


Speaking of doubles and trebles

Speaking of doubles and trebles, Jason Tompkins had quite the festival, chopping the first three events he entered. He followed his chop in the Omaha PKO with a headsup chop on the NLH PKO the following day (the trophy on this occasion went to the charismatic Pavlo Havrylyshen), and then chopping the high roller headsup with Richard Halabi. He also cashed the Monsterstack on the final day.


Other non losers included the always impressive Veaceslav Jumir who took down the Holigames side event, and Micheál O'Neill who won the Omaha 4/5 card event (after a 5 way chop). I first played with Micheál in the Irish Open this year, and can't remember the last time I was as impressed with an Irish player I hadn't played with before (actually I can: it was when I played with Stephen Kehoe at the European Deepstack back in 2020).  Micheál also featured in the 8 way chop in the main event so he had quite the festival.


Dan Lewis took down the Sunday €10k, after giving me some stick for not picking him as one of my "three to watch" ahead of the festival. Actually he should be thanking me as I think the three I did pick got one min cash between them, so I might be renaming that to "three to jinx" in future. Joking aside, and despite the fact he's a Spurs fan, I was thrilled for Dan, one of the nicest gents you'll ever meet at a poker table.


Someone called Daryl McAleenan took down the final Omaha 4/5 event. If like me you have no idea who he is, I encourage you to check out the most recent where he gave a great account of himself in his best telephone voice. The final side of the festival was won by the popular Jorrit "Dutchy" Baars.

What's next?

The next IPT stop is the Siege of Clonmel that runs from May 22nd to May 24th. €10 satellites are running nightly on my sponsor Paddy Power Poker. Before that, I'm heading to Madrid for a Party poker event.





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