Stumbling to victory

After sharing the first place in this weekend’s Deltalift Open in Tylösand I feel safe to say that I did indeed get over the debacle from Norrköping. However, my reason for saying this is not so much that I won, but rather because, as I got up the next morning, I discovered that I could have worn the same shirt for the second day in a row (which would clearly have been out of the question had I been nervous the day before). I did not think about what had happened in Norrköping.

When it comes to the quality of my game there were others who played more interesting and possibly better games. Both Pontus Sjödahl and Juan Bellon played several interesting games, but didn’t manage to score as much as they might have wished from them. In the end it was Emanuel Berg and I who stumbled into first and second place. I will show you what I mean with “stumbled”:

Not the most straight forward win and quite symptomatic of my play. Emanuel got away with something similar against Juan Bellon, although his final combination was impressive:

Had Bellon and Sjödahl held their ground in these games, we would have seen a different result in the end. Sjödahl played many good games, but made some simple tactical errors that ruined the result. Bellon gave the general impression of being on the way up and he played more strong players than anyone else in the tournament. Here is his game against Stellan Brynell:

Considering how few foreign players that found their way to the tournament I guess one might call Deltalift Open a well kept Swedish secret. It is held at a spa-hotel, by one of southern Sweden’s most beautiful beaches (although slightly off-season) and their team of competent organizers and arbiters make it a delight to play there, whatever the final result may be. I am reasonably sure there will be another tournament there next year. Don’t miss it.

Dealing with failure

That’s a tricky one. And it is not one of those things you can hide behind a pillow in your living room and forget about. Or rather: the effect will be the same. What is hidden will eventually surface and possibly start smelling before you remember where you put it.

There was a time when I didn’t deal with failure, nor with success. Instead I swung from one to the other, forgetting what had passed, not worrying about what would come next. It worked for quite a while, but in the end it didn’t. It got harder and harder to get out of the periods when I expected to fail and the only antidote I could come up with was to let these periods “run their course”. In retrospect I have found this last idea to be especially destructive, because it places the solution in a place where you cannot reach it.

Today I have a system for dealing with feelings of failure and I am proud to say that it is quite efficient – for me (I will write a chapter or two about it in my next book). Still, it took me a few days to get over losing the last game in the Easter Tournament. I was half a point behind Normunds Miezies before the last round and got to play him with the white colours. It was up to me to do the best with the situation and it started out quite well…

What a horrible game (for me)! In retrospect I can see two patterns that I have since worked on: 1. I calculated too badly when I got a “second chance” (the same happened in my game in round 3) and 2. I was too tired during the second half of the games. The remedy – I realized – must surely be to work on my physique. And, so I have. Next week I’m playing Deltalift Open in Tylösand and I hope to have more energy for the latter part of the games.

Exciting game with sudden end.

This trend of posting stuff from last season will soon end as the Easter Tournament will start in a few hours and I will have new games to analyze. In the meantime, here is the the game between the two players who scored 7/8 last year:

The great escape

I love to be in Stockholm during the winter and when the snow falls I love it even more. The Rilton Cup is a very nice tournament that is played annually just after Christmas, but it is possibly my love for snow that is the main reason why I play there whenever I can. This year there wasn’t much snow, but on the upside, instead of losing ten or fifteen Elo-points, I managed to play a few good games. However, my most vivid memory of tournament is watching the following game, thinking: “that will not end well” (for Black) and then being witness the veritable Houdini act that came to pass. It’s instructive:

A fantastic and instructive game. I recommend anyone rated below 2400 to play through it more than once.