Russell 5 - 3 Claire
Match One
1. Russell - 190
2. Claire - 161
Match Two
1. Russell - 223
2. Claire - 203
Match Three
1. Russell - 321
2. Claire - 126
Match Four
1. Russell - 217
2. Claire - 187
Match Five
1. Claire - 232
2. Russell - 229
Match Six
1. Claire - 225
2. Russell - 206
Match Seven
1. Claire - 228
2. Russell - 198
Match Eight
1. Russell - 263
2. Claire - 203
Summary
Sixteen competitors entered, including myself, to fight their way to the very moment we found ourselves in last evening. The Head to Head Championship had finally reached it's crescendo. There were just two warriors left standing, Claire and Russell, father and daughter, but there was no love lost that particular evening. They were there to do a job; fight the final battle and raise the Champion's badge. But there could only be one winner. The first game went to Russell. He seemed incredibly switched on and, dare I say, eager to put in a fine performance. There were no demons of traumas past to be found lurking around his fine frame that evening. Claire seemed uncharacteristically twitchy. We had started earlier than usual as it could have turned out to be a long old match, so it could be that she was sober, a disposition she finds hard to negotiate. The second game also went to Russell who played diligently and with purpose. Claire wasn't too far behind, but it was another loss and you could see it was a knock to her confidence. She was ramming in the Carlsberg as quick as possible in an effort to cast off the shackles of sobriety, but it clearly wasn't working quickly enough. The third game went to Russell yet again. This was turning into a truly unprecedented performance by the old fella. Claire was all too aware of this and she was beginning to get rather disgruntled with Russell's great performance and her own pretty useless one. There was plenty of profanity coming from her, much to Russell's amusement. Game four, almost predictably at this point, went to Russell. He was as happy as a cock in a fanny barrell. Claire was apoplectic with rage. But then there was a change. Game five went to Claire in tight match. It seemed she was just inebriated enough to begin thinking clearly again. Russell didn't flinch. He knew that it was unlikely that the match would go all his way and to him this was par for the course. Game six also went Claire's way and she seemed to be gaining a bit of a spring in her step. But still, Russell didn't flinch. He wasn't about to let the old, paggered lush get into his head. Game seven went Claire's way again. She was gaining traction, she just needed one more win to take the match to a tie breaker and you could see how much Claire wanted, nay, NEEDED that. It was written all over her craggy face. Russell, meanwhile, was as stoic as ever just waiting for the next game. The eighth game was a bit of a tussle, all the way until the end both Claire and Russell believed they could have won. It was only when the final results were read out and we saw Claire's shoulders and head slump in anguish did we know that Russell Bush was the very first champion of the BHO Head to Head Championship. Bloody well done Russell! Claire, chill out, you've won enough!
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