Every time when I sit down at the chessboard, a war with several small struggles takes place: One against my opponent, another one against the clock, and the most important and difficult of all, the struggle against myself.
Chess is the most beautiful game, the creation of art, and more than anything, a never ending struggle that entirely fulfills my mind...
Monday, September 8, 2014
Las Vegas Open, rd 1: Vela (1968) vs Imada (1885) 1-0
This was my easiest game in this tournament. Imada made a simple mistake and lost a piece out in the opening, resigning right away...
He was my strongest opponent (rating-wise) and this easy win gave me confidence in doing very well for the next 4 games.
Here is the game: