The peculiarities of an author crop out.

He could run a team, tough as nails, shoot the long ball; he had great instincts and feel for the game.

It is a good plan to baste around close to the edge, until the rever is either pressed or stitched, especially if the latter is to be the trimming.

The queen sacrifice – the triumph of energy over matter – has always appealed to me in the abstract; and over the years I probably have had recourse to this weapon rather more often than I should. Nevertheless, it was quite a coincidence when in the British Championship in Torquay 1982, I sent no less than three Ladies to the Guillotine in just eleven games. / From their blood I reaped three points, which – combined with other acts of barbarism – sufficed for eight points from 11 games, clear second a point behind Tony Miles. / Here are those three ‘reginicides’.