It was the last round of the Västerås Open 2014. Things hadn’t gone very smoothly up till now. The result off the rapid session on Friday evening was a bit iffy. But losing to the seven times Swedish champion Axel Ornstein was not a shame. I managed to make a decent fight out of it.
The other rapid games were somewhat more questionable. Two out of four. At least the score, but not the quality of my games, kept some hope alive.
On Saturday I missed a win in the first classical game against a stronger opponent. In the second game of the day it seemed as if I missed another even more straightforward win. This last feat turned out to be a hallucination shared with my opponent. But I did not know this until after the tournament when Houdini shattered this rosy dream. In hindsight it was not more than a draw and for one short moment the game was even completely lost. But neither of us had seen these possibilities.
I hope after this you’re familiar with my mood. It could have been three and a half or even four out off six games. Can it get worse? Silly question! Yes, of course I can make it worse.
On Sunday morning I missed some opportunities against a much lower rated player. After spoiling a better position I settled grudgingly for a draw. The tournament was a big fiasco. After these disappointing results and two nights of very bad sleep I was longing for the four hour drive home.
With some apprehension I started the last game of the tournament. Would I go for it or try to make a quick draw? It turned out that there was another possibility.
We reached the diagram position. Now comes the question: how can white invite his opponent for not one, but two tactical blows? See solution.
After this horrible dual purpose move and quite some thoughts that I prefer to keep to myself, I decided that it was best to quit. I resigned and walked hastily out of the building. Maybe that was the best move of the weekend?