Last Board: Mark Horton
Last Board: Mark Horton
Last Board: Mark Horton
Last Board
Everything depends on it
"Last Board" originally appeared in the December 1971 issue of The Bridge
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Foreword
Towards the end of the swinging sixties, I read a compilation of chess sto-
ries entitled The Treasury of Chess Lore by Fred Reinfeld. It contained a
story about an aging chess player written by Ron Klinger entitled The Old
Master. It describes how, near the end of his battle for the World Champi-
onship, he wins a brilliant final game.
Some years later, I came across a bridge story entitled Last Board, also written
by Ron Klinger, which recounts how the Old Master wins a Bermuda Bowl.
Ever since then I have been itching to write a book about some of the count-
less dramatic final deals that have ended bridge events.
Mark Horton
Sutton Benger
September 2017
Foreword Page i
Page ii Last Board
Acknowledgements
Contents Page v
2000 Cincinnati Reds 115
2000 Neck and Neck at the Mecc 119
2004 Rondo Alla Turca 125
2005 Houston, We Have A Problem 129
2006 Shanghai Knights 135
2006 Polished Performance 139
2007 Paradise on Earth 143
2008 A Twist in The Tale 147
2008 Mind Games 151
2008 Beijing Battle 155
2009 The Play’s the Thing 159
2009 The Comeback Kids 163
2010 Crockfords 165
2010 The Celtic Fringe 167
2010 Philadelphia Story 171
2010 The Day VuGraph Caught Fire 173
2012 Horses for Courses 177
2012 Consolation Prize 181
2013 They Think It’s all Over 185
2015 Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen 189
2015 The Windy City 193
2015 Plaza de Toros 201
2015 The Arctic Bridge Experience 205
2015 Midnight Sun 211
2015 MVP 215
2015 The Best Exotic Chennai Hotel 219
2015 Miles Too High 223
2016 Stalemate 227
2016 A Close Shave 233
2016 All’s Well That Ends Well 237
Here is the masterpiece that was the inspiration behind this work:
Last Board
The Bridgerama commentator's voice boomed across the audience. Bermuda
Bowl as good as over . . . three boards left . . . Challengers 33 IMPs down .
. . even the Old Master's magic can't help now.
The Old Master looked down at his cards, though their pasteboard patterns
were indelibly etched in his mind. Three boards. He glanced across at his
partner. Zettner's brow was furrowed too. Despite some good pick-ups in this
last session, they must still be at least 30 or more IMPs down. The champi-
ons, Frawley-Kinston, were silent – they knew the title was once again theirs.
Five years they had held the world crown, and the sixth was merely min-
utes away. Fifty-six IMPs up – 16 boards to play. No team in the Bowl could
recover that ground. Even counting some sure losses, they had to be well
ahead.
As the Old Master waited for the next hand, the old question rose once more.
Could this be the one, the perfect hand, the work of art? What was the per-
fect hand? Was Culbertson right? Was it nothing more than success stemming
from opponents' errors? What was beauty in bridge anyway? Was it nine top
tricks in 3NT? Though he couldn't pin it down, he felt that there had to be
something more, some intangible combination of power in the cards.
Suddenly, he felt very tired, recalling the dilemma in which he constantly
found himself in his 40 years' playing. Percentages or elegance? Play to win
or play for perfection? Before him rose the shades of games and tournaments
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lost because he could never quite resolve which he wanted. He remembered
the hand that had cost him the Olympiad because he played for the squeeze
rather than the finesse.
Frawley's pass woke him from his reverie. The dream of the perfect hand
faded. His partner opened 1♦ and Kinston interposed 2♥, a weak bid
based on long hearts. The Old Master looked at his hand: ♠J764 ♥ – ♦9
♣AKQJ9764
A straightforward 3♣? 4♣ to emphasize their solidity? The scientists would
know – they would get to the cold grand slam or avoid the unmakeable small
slam, but their tortuous approach repelled him – too often it pointed the
way to astute defenders. Neither side was vulnerable.
“6♣.”
He smiled wryly, imagining what the commentators would be saying. A leap
into the unknown. It could be disastrous, but it was no time to be dainty:
The likely heart lead might give him time to work on the diamonds.
Frawley looked up quickly, paused slightly, and passed. Zettner passed and
Kinston doubled. Lightner. A diamond lead. A bad sign. All passed, and
the two of diamonds was led.
♠ AK3
♥ KJ85
♦ Q 10 8 7 5
♣ 8
♠ Q92 N ♠ 10 8 5
♥ A6 2 ♥ Q 10 9 7 4 3
♦ J432 W E ♦ AK 6
♣ 10 5 3 S ♣ 2
♠ J764
♥ —
♦ 9
♣ AKQJ9764
The Old Master called for a low diamond and the king of diamonds won.
In the Closed Room, North-South reached 3NT and made 10 tricks, the
commentator told the audience. If 6♣ is made, the challengers will gain
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of diamonds, murmuring softly, “The pin is mightier than the sword.” As
East covered and West dropped the jack, the hand was over.
A triple squeeze . . . brilliancy . . . Old Master still has spark of genius ... 10
years since he played internationally . . . included in Challengers team as
sentimental gesture . . . long career . . . now proved back at best . . . assured
of second in world . . . 12 IMPs to Challengers . . . not enough to stave off
defeat...
In the Open Room, Frawley growled bitterly at Kinston.
“A spade return at trick two beats it. Takes out his entry prematurely.”
“Sure. And I also knew South didn't have jack-nine-fourth in spades, didn't I?”
The Old Master looked at them sorrowfully. Why was there always so much
rancour at the top? He looked as Frawley sat, tight-lipped, stubborn – Fraw-
ley, contemptuous of opponents and partners alike – acknowledged as the
world's best, yet unable to brook losing a game or a match.
These thoughts were brushed aside as the Old Master picked up the cards.
Second-last hand. At least they had made a fight of it. They were vulnera-
ble against not. His partner, dealer, passed. So did Kinston. He looked at
♠A ♥AK62 ♦KJ1092 ♣K43
and opened 1♦.
Frawley cleared his throat. “3♠.”
Pass from Zettner, pass from Kinston, what now? “4♥.”
“4♠.”
The Old Master looked at Frawley curiously. A bead of perspiration rested
on Frawley's brow. Was he shaken, that fine bridge mind, the leading the-
orist in the world? Frawley, who had expounded, “pre-empt what you are
worth,” breaking his own tenets? 3♠, then 4♠. Why not 4♠ at once? The
Old Master noticed a slight tremble in Frawley's left hand.
Zettner, patting his hair nervously, tugging at a loose strand, pondered, then
bid 5♥. Kinston's double was loud and crisp, and everyone passed. Frawley
pulled out the king of spades, and dummy came down:
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♠ —
♥ 854
♦ 7
♣ 92
♠ Q J 10 8 7 5 N ♠ —
♥ — ♥ 10 9 3
♦ — W E ♦ 5
♣ — S ♣ Q7
♠ —
♥ K6
♦ K92
♣ K
No, there was no flaw. It had to be right. He played the king of clubs and
crossed to dummy's seven of diamonds with his well-preserved deuce. The
Old Master carefully picked over the end position he had seen before. There
was no escape.
A small trump was played from dummy. East sat there thinking. He would
have to split the ten-nine, thought the Old Master; if not, I win with the
six of hearts, cash the king of hearts, and play a diamond, discarding my
losing club from dummy.
Kinston thought interminably; finally, the nine of hearts. Declarer played the
king of hearts, and then, luxuriously, treasuring the touch, the Old Master
played a diamond and put the eight of hearts on from dummy.
Brilliant timing and end-play, the 'Rama commentator shrieked shrilly. If
East overruffs and plays a club, South ruffs in hand and ruffs the last dia-
mond in dummy. If East overruffs and plays a trump, South wins and his
hand is high. And if East discards his club, dummy's club promotes South's
six of trumps en passant...
In the Open Room, the Old Master wondered what was happening. Had the
commentators seen the position as he had? Was there any chance of snatch-
ing victory from the jaws of defeat? The last two hands had to be gains, but
how close was the fight? He could not hear the commentator.
. . . Plus 850 to Challengers ... 11 IMPs . . . exciting finish . . . Champions
still 10 IMPs up . . . additional drama . .. youth versus age ... fantastic finale ...
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As the minutes toiled on, the audience became restless.
Three No-trump . . . why doesn't he bid Three No-trump? . . . how can he
think of a slam with nothing in diamonds? ... Five Diamonds is all right too ...
“6♦.”
The audience groaned.
Three passes followed quickly. Frawley sat for some time considering his lead,
then the ten of clubs hit the table. The Old Master surveyed the dummy
and his own hand.
The slam was reasonable. Had they reached it in the other room? If he didn't
lose a diamond trick, the slam was home. With a diamond loser, he still
had chances – the jack of hearts might fall in three rounds, the spade finesse
was there, and the queen of clubs might appear. He looked at the lead. The
ten of clubs. Had Frawley led away from the queen? Would the club finesse
work at trick one? Not a tempting lead against a small slam. The Old Mas-
ter played the king of clubs and took the diamond finesse. The queen of
diamonds held. He played the four of hearts to the king and played another
diamond to the jack. Frawley showed out.
If he makes the slam, Challengers win by 4 IMPs . . . if he goes down, Cham-
pions have lucky escape ...
The Old Master searched his mind. It was merely a matter of taking all the
chances in the right order. One of them would probably succeed. But the
quest for perfection tortured him. Painfully, he scanned dummy again. Once
more he searched the position, wondering why he was hesitating, why he
did not continue.
Suddenly he saw it, and everything else faded except the patterns of force
generated by the cards as they glided into their predestined place. Again the
testing of each play, racked by the error of his original analysis, soothed by
what he could see unfolding before him. Finally, he played the ace of dia-
monds, discarding dummy's low spade. Then the queen of hearts, dropping
dummy's six on it.
♠ J632
♥ —
♦ 10 5 3
♣ —
The Old Master considered the final position cherishingly. The aces . . .
the master cards . . . one in each suit in dummy . . . each supported by a
different lower honour, side by side . . . each tenace agape waiting for East
to yield up the twelfth trick . . . each suit having a finesse available in it ...
but the only finesse taken successfully turning out not to gain a trick . . .
the suits blending together, in harmony and unison, to succeed no matter
where the enemy cards lay.
The victory was his. He had but to take it. With trembling fingers he took
the ten of diamonds, putting East on lead, softly asked for dummy's four
of clubs, and whispered gently to the opposition a single word.
“Checkmate.”
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Preface
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1957 Golden Opportunity
The Gold Cup is the most prestigious Open Teams event in the United King-
dom and is organised by Bridge Great Britain. It is knock-out throughout;
prior to the semi-finals all matches are played privately. At one point, it regu-
larly attracted more than 600 teams. The original trophy, still awarded today,
was presented by Bridge Magazine to the first winners in 1932. At the time
it cost 100 guineas (around £5350 today). When Joe Amsbury dropped it
in 1979 it cost more than £1000 to have the dent removed.
In 1957 the entry was much smaller: you only had to win three matches to
reach the quarter-finals and that was the prize on offer when Ewart Kempson’s
squad (Graham Mathieson, Geoffrey Fell, Eric Harvey, Joseph Hochwald
and Douglas Smerdon) took on Rixi Markus, Kath Richard, Joan Durran
and Marjorie Whitaker in a second round match. This team had already
sprung a surprise by defeating Messrs Flint, Priday, Swinnerton-Dyer, Beale,
North & Triefus in Round 1.
As the match drew to a close, Kempson trailed by 18 points (IMPs had not
yet been created). He attributed some of the deficit to his making a present
of a game to Rixi and the decision of two of his teammates to attempt 4♥
with a trump suit of ♥KQ opposite ♥753.
With four deals to go, a good grand slam recovered 7 points and when the
last board arrived the margin was down to 3.
In the final of the 1962-63 Scottish Cup, Albert Benjamin’s team (Louis
Mitchell, Sam Leckie & Victor Goldberg) faced George Jesner, John Maclaren,
Sol & Harry Barnett over 100 deals; by the time the last of them hit the
table Benjamin trailed by 4 IMPs.
There was no way to defeat 2♥, and when East started with a trump declarer
could play three rounds of the suit after which the favourable situations in
the black suits resulted in nine tricks, +140 and 6 IMPs to Benjamin.
It did not take the losers long to get over their defeat – the following season
it was they who lifted the trophy aloft.