Russell 4 - 1 Lee
Match One
1. Russell - 231
2. Lee - 190
Match Two
1. Lee - 219
2. Russell - 206
Match Three
1. Russell - 262
2. Lee - 197
Match Four
1. Russell - 264
2. Lee - 209
Match Five
1. Russell - 264
2. Lee - 256
Summary
It was back to business this Saturday just gone, and it was time for the first semi final of the Head to Head Championship between Lee and Russell. Russell was in his usual state, half in the moment and half elsewhere, ensnared in his own reminiscences. Lee was a different kettle of fish altogether. He came in, all swagger. The mouth had very much returned. To say he was up for it was an understatement.
The first game went to Russell with a very fine display. Russell made no song and dance about it though, he just got ready for the second match. He knew it was a best of seven match and there was a long way to go. Lee, however, did his level best to spew as much drivel as he could in his opponent's direction, no doubt in an effort to rock his confidence and affect his play. He was playing those mind games, that's for sure. Lee came back in the second game, but it wasn't a roaring victory, oh no sir. It was within less than ten points all the way to the end. It was possibly the best game of Yahtzee I've witnessed through this entire competition. Lee's victory did nothing to quieten his bravado. Russell, however, remained as stoic as ever, no doubt using all the skills he learned in the SAS's resistance to torture training he endured many years ago. Lee would shoot verbal bullets at him, but the old boy never even flinched. The third game went to Russell, who was beginning to look more confident in his abilities, and good on him. You see, Russell has about as much luck as me when it comes to competitive Yahtzee, so it's great to see the giffer's moment arrive. Lee, on the other hand, was not doing so well. His efforts to get into his opponent's head was failing and his words had morphed from pointed barbs of derision into curse words of pure exasperation. So you can imagine that when Russell won the fourth game it did nothing to help Lee's disposition. You could literally see his head hang lower and lower as the game wore on. His curses had turned to grumbles and moans. Russell on the other hand was cool as a cucumber, saying nothing, emitting a glow of satisfaction, although he would never admit it. Game five, inevitably some might argue at this point, went to Russell. It was all he needed to secure victory and proceed to the final. Yep, it's nearly that time. He will play either James or Claire. Lee, meanwhile, quickly scuttled away from the table and found my couch where he quietly drifted off to sleep, blanketed in a shroud of loss and shame.
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