When I started playing bridge in earnest, the first tournament I entered was the EBU’s Autumn Congress, which back then was held in Bournemouth. Two days of pairs and one of teams. I had never had so much fun. Ofc I came nowhere in either event but the joy of playing all day and then sitting in the bar discussing the hands until much too late was my idea of heaven. It still is, actually. I couldn’t play last weekend but my old friend Jack Mizel, who hasn’t played at all for the past two years, came out of retirement to play the pairs with Brian Senior. Verdict: only slightly rusty.
Pre-rust, Jack was West on today’s hand in a team’s match and Brian was South at the other table. A very fine play was made by both of them on the same board:
The auction was the same at both tables, and so was the lead — the ♠Jack.
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