The Rover gets personal… again

In which I get all mushy and stuff

The outcome of our match is never in doubt.

Sylvain boxes me in, I give up a few big pieces and the rest is just a matter of course. I put out my hand to resign but he waves it off.

“It’s not over, you still have some moves left,” Sylvain says.

He wants me to see the board like he does, to work through it like an algebra equation, to operate on the same pl…