This turned out to be another one for the collection. Whilst having hardly a pragmatic bone in my body can be a creative advantage, it isn't very good business practice; I got a very good but very messy position out of the opening and could only watch as, yet again, the chance slipped away...
Missing out on a prize was less frustrating than not getting a score I felt I deserved. Yes, I played some interesting games, had a 195 performance and managed to gain rating points as one of the oldest players in the field. But 5/6 could have easily happened if things had been just a little different!
At least I can say I had a go; move 11 is rather early to put all your chips on the table, but the exchange sacrifice is absolutely justified. I was even quite blasé about sacrificing a piece on top, so it may seem counter-intuitive to point to nerves again. But I was blind to opportunities to improve gradually, for example the ...O-O/...Nc6xd4 plan and 18... Bd5. I was viewing any slight resistance to the attack as instant death, but there was always a way to keep up the pressure if I'd stayed calm and looked for it. I doubt I would have dug up 13... O-O from the Gower game in this state of mind. Just as in the Major Open, it all boils down to an inability to withstand the tension.
A month late, this brings my chess year to an end, barring the obligatory spreadsheet crawl. Today was also my last day working at Chess in Schools, giving me an opportunity to figure out my next move in the real world. With a bit more time available, I hope I will be able to catch up with my first games of 2018 pretty quickly - but first, that spreadsheet!
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