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Game 22: Mortsdnil-SmithyQ: An Equal Colle Endgame

Let me start by echoing a popular sentiment: I dislike playing Black against the Colle and London setups.  You know what I’m talking about: some White players play the exact same set-up every single game, getting a fairly dry, sterile position.  You know, a snoozefest.

In particular, I dislike when I get ‘tricked’ into playing d5 against said lines.  White has a normal, weakness free position, and if he doesn’t do anything silly the position will remain even, the pawn structure symmetrical and very little winning chances for the second player.  I can be against a much lower-rated player and find it hard to win just because White’s position is so solid and his play so unambitious.  I can play very well and yet never have more than a draw, and that feels like it happens far too often.

This game is a good example.  Most of the game I play very well.  I’m better out of the opening, I’m better as Queens come off and I’m better in the endgame.  The entire time, though, I have only slight winning chances, and in the end, when I might have won after my opponent slipped up, I made one imprecise move and lost all winning chances.

This is clearly the opening’s fault.  Let’s take a look. Continue reading

Game 4: The Dancing Hare – SmithyQ: An Endgame Swindle

There are three types of draws in chess.  The first where all the pieces get traded by move eight and the opponents just shake hands.  You know, the grandmaster draw we all know and love.  Second, there are the games when one side has a small advantage the entire time but can’t quite convert it into a win.  Such games are frustrating for both sides and are barely better then the GM draws.

Finally, there’s the epic saves, the miracle defences, the unbelievable twists of fate.  Today I share one such game.

This was my fourth game since coming back to chess, against a much higher-rated opponent, and he was winning by move 18.  I spent 40 moves doing everything to stay afloat, but he crushed me with the precision of a Swiss watch … until one careless move saved the day for your’s truly.  Let’s take a look. Continue reading