God spoke to me when I was a child and we’ve been playing Chess ever since.
Many, many years ago, a very sad thing happened to me. I was playing Chess in the Frome Congress and I was losing two games down with three to go. This isn’t a terrible thing in itself, for a 3 point win now would make all the world of difference.
But it wasn’t the tournament that upset me. It was the game. I was playing a blind man as it happened and although we were even on the board, all of a sudden half way through the game, my mind just stopped.
I’ve seen this all before, I thought. I see this everyday.
Yet these familiar Openings and positions weren’t to be the cornerstone of any success on my part… instead they would prove to be the beginning of a twenty year long battlefield between myself and the stagnation of a stubborn game that refused to change its colours.
For that was precisely it. I had seen this game too many times before.