Plays online poker as: chip_ALLIN_O, mangustae, alfaromea. Real name: Olga Iermolcheva. Olga Iermolcheva's Statistics. AKA Iermolcheva Olga, Iermolcheva Olga, Olga Ermolaeva, Olga Ermolcheva, Olga Iermolcheva, Olga Oermolcheva, Olga Temolchova. Simple Poker - site with best tools for solving and learning GTO in Texas Holdem Poker.
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It was Iermolcheva who claimed the next scalp although it was quite a sweat. On the turn Iermolcheva bet k and the Canadian called with his two pair. This time it was Chilean Francisco Rocha who couldn't hold despite of getting it in with dominating hand. But it wasn't meant to be. Iermolchova just made it in time for the tournament as she flew half way across the world after the EPT11 Grand Final to play in Panama; her efforts paid off handsomely, but she couldn't outlast Kazemipur in the heads-up confrontation. The hyper-aggressive Kazemipur kept the pressure on, but Iermolcheva looked him up with the best hand on several occasions, and down to 1.
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I am very glad I'm not doing so but for you the reader, I'm afraid this will be my first report from this particular pespective, so please be gentle. Myself and Joe drove up to Bournemouth on Saturday, getting onto the motorway as the sort of rainstorm you expect to experience in the Amazon rather than on the M4 in the middle of June seemed to be taking hold.
Luckily the storm was as short lived as Mr. Negreanu's starting stack in a WSOP rebuy tournament and we were able to make it to Gala Bournemouth in good time to take our seats at day 1B. In theory there should have been 6 players left from the first day's play, with day 2 proper having only 12 players remaining, and already in the money. As it happened the 10, starting stack, despite a fairly fast blind structure, gave so much play that there were still 13 players remaining from Friday to join those who started and survived Saturday on the final day's play.
My major concern was not getting pocket kings into an all-in situation pre-flop. I had decided to play a tight game and at the very least get some experience in a deep stack tournament, of which I had only played a couple before. And there was a major difference this time; there was an adequate supply of dealers and no chance of Mark Patrick being asked to step in.
There was a real possibility I might make it to the first break. I have to admit I was a little nervous to start, although I apparently wasn't the only one. Within 3 or 4 hands one of the other players at my table had managed to commit half his stack on a 2 tone board of Q,T,9 accidently re-reraising instead of calling by throwing in chips instead of s and ending up out of the tournament with his top two pair no prizes for guessing his opponent's hand.
A few hands later myself, and no doubt other players at the table, were wondering which of our fellow players was stupid enough to be getting all of their 10, chips in on the river with a flush from a pot only a couple of hundred in size, when the fourth diamond came on a paired board. When they turned over pocket jacks for the 2nd nut full house and pocket 5s for quads I realised worrying about getting a monster hand beaten was not going to help.