EPT9 Deauville Day 2: Different types for a different day

When you're able to walk between the tables of an EPT and really get a good look at what's going on, you get a glimpse of the different types of players who play these tournaments. They come in a broad spectrum of blueprints, from the hopelessly lost to the uber-confident. Then there are those in the middle just trying to get by.

One player gave himself away last night as a greenhorn during the bagging-up process. It's not a difficult procedure. Players are required to write their name and nationality on a plastic bag, and their chip count, before placing their chips in the bag. Then they seal it.

So happy to have lasted the day (he was doing his best to conceal this fact), he dutifully followed instructions given to him by the dealer, putting his chips in the bag, writing his name and nationality on the bag and then signing a chit confirming the amount.


"Should I have counted the chips before putting them in the bag?" He asked. He asked me because I wear a tie and wearing a tie in a poker room means you have the veneer of knowledge. I said it didn't really matter but that it might help. So he counted them through the plastic bag, somewhat giddy with the pleasure at having to ask such a question in the first place.

That type of player, thrilled to have reached day two, arrived this morning with a new problem fast dawning upon them. They now have another day to survive without any suggestion of compensation if things didn't go according to plan. It's a painful truth that a long day may well equal nothing at the end, and that all the work put in yesterday must be repeated today.

Other players, acutely aware of this need to progress further, take action. Patrick Schuhl, for instance, one of the leaders on day one, has his iPad on his lap. He searches through the names of each of his opponents, written on a small notepad, via the Hendon Mob database. They all played on as Schuhl looked down at the screen, eyes shielded by that green bush hat of his.

Elsewhere the strain is beginning to show. Marion Nedellec eliminated a player, aces against ace-king of hearts. The flop brought two hearts causing Nedellec to recoil in her seat at the pending injustice, but none came.

A table along PokerStars Team Online's Luca Moschitta was put through the ringer by Guy Tomaselli, who, covering his face, did a good impression of a man terrified of giving anything away. Moschitta took six or seven minutes to fold when Tomaselli put him all-in on the river of a board without sign of a draw. Antonin Teisseire, seated at that table, had time to order, receive, drink and discard of a cup of coffee as the Italian went through his options, ultimately leaving it to Tomaselli, who then began breathing again.

There's another type of player, electing not to fly by the seat of their pants. These are the upper ranks of pro players, not afraid to go broke, who know departure from this main event simply means preparation for the next. That includes Martin Jacobson, who moved in with pocket queens, to be called, and eliminated by, ace-king when an ace hit the river. No huffing, certainly no puffing. Jacobson packed up his things and left. A textbook departure.

There will be more today, coverage of which can be found on our live coverage page.

Stephen Bartley is a PokerStars Blog reporter