Of all the competitions and tournaments available in this country, the one that somehow means the most is the Gold Cup. We have won it twice and the thrill is immeasurable. We have also been knocked out in round one and the worst part was knowing what we would be missing, in terms of matches, for the coming year. The semi-final and final are played over a weekend, and if you make it, the bridge is as good as anything you are going to play in Britain.
This year started quietly. We played. We won. We won a few more and at the weekend we found ourselves playing 64 boards against the formidable Tredinnick team. After eight boards we were up 20 IMPs and after 40 boards we were down 20 IMPs.
Here is Martin Jones, playing with Neil Rosen, bringing home the bacon for his side:
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