“You can’t even spell fussball,” was Sean’s conclusion, but it was scant consolation. A week or two earlier I’d gone all in with Ace Jack suited. A disinterested Anna who wanted to go home called with Jack Four. So, the flop: Ace Jack Four. The turn: nothing, no change, I’m a 20-1 favourite to take a massive pot as Bill, thinking that after four consecutive pre-flop raises I was all in with a weak hand, had also called. Yes, you’ve guessed it; another Four arrives on the river. Disaster.
So being beaten by a girl wasn’t a new experience. This was different though. This was football. Well, Fussball, or as Anna calls it, Foozeball. It’s not as if I’m a novice at table football or anything. I used to play regularly. It was close, 10-9, but I had no excuses. What could I say? Nothing. I opted for a dignified handshake which went unnoticed as Anna was too busy jumping around shouting; “I beat big Joe. I beat big Joe. Listen everybody, I beat big Joe.” I call that adding insult to injury. We did eventually shake on it like good sports, so everyone’s happy. It made me wonder though; if a girl can win at fussball, how long will it be before we’re crowning the first female Poker Champion at The Old Inn?
Liana has won a Big Sunday game and is a hugely successful cash player, but she’s not too fussy about collecting league points and she’s off gallivanting in Australia soon. Catherine is also a Big Sunday winner having beaten Fergie in an unforgettable head to head. However Cat is planning a return to work in Egypt. Audrey and Trudi have both had success and some, especially Davie, are backing Audrey to go all the way. Although for some reason Audrey and Trudi seem pre-occupied with beating each other. So who should I tip, Marie or Anna? Hmmm, it’s a tough choice. I need a little time to think it over. After all, I don’t want to be accused of bearing a grudge. Who would you bet on to be the first female Champ? Post a comment here.