The Game (I am white - It was played at Hastings & St Leonards Chess club. 10 September 2025). It was tense - I needed to win this game to claim the Bradley Martin Cup, at the end of the summer competition.
The moves - if you want to play along -
1. e4 c5 2. Nf3 d6 3. Bb5+ Bd7 4. Bxd7+ Qxd7 5. c4 Nf6 6. d3 Nc6 7. O-O g6 8. a3 Bg7 9. Nc3 O-O 10. Bd2 e6 11. Re1 a6 12. Na4 Qc7 13. Bf4 Nh5 14. Be3 b5 15. cxb5 axb5 16. Nc3 b4 17. axb4 cxb4 18. Na4 Ra6 19. Rb1 Rfa8 20. b3 Qb7 21. d4 Rd8 22. Qe2 e5 23. d5 Nd4 24. Nxd4 exd4 25. Bd2 Be5 26. Qc4 Rb8 27. Ra1 Bf6 28. Nc5 dxc5 29. Qxa6 Qe7 30. Qa7 Rb7 31. Qa6 Be5 32. Qd3 Nf4 33. Bxf4 Bxf4 34. Qf3 Be5 35. Ra8+ (black resigns)
The story - for those who enjpy words rather than chess moves.
The Sicilian Defence had reached a tense middlegame.
Both sides had castled, the centre was locked, and the queens were circling like predators.
But I saw something. A seed of an idea.
If I could lure Amir’s bishop to f6, then a knight jump to c5 would split the board in two. Not immediately — but later, at the right moment. The challenge was not spotting the move. It was planting the trap and waiting for it to ripen.
That meant repositioning my queen, manoeuvring my pieces, and—most importantly—keeping my face still. If Amir sensed the danger, he’d never walk into it.
The position after 27…Bf6: