Some bridge addicts have been known to dream about hands they may or
may not have played. This happened to me last night. Was
this a pleasant dream or a nightmare?
Scoring: Matchpoints (Pairs)
Hand #18
Dlr
E
Vul
E/W
AK42
976
A9
K1053
Q
Q105
Q732
QJ865
753
KJ
KJ10654
A7
J10986
A8432
8
92
West
North
East
South
1
Pass
2
DBL
3
3
4
Pass
Pass
4
Pass
4
All Pass
BIDDING: The bidding was
bold to say the least. In my dream, I was North and made a simple
takeout double that seemed to excite South. I was surprised we
weren't doubled.
PLAY: West led a diamond and all of a sudden I was
sitting in the East chair. Declarer won the ace of diamonds and
played the ace of spades. Next there was another diamond from
dummy ruffed by South. He then drew trumps followed by the
ace of hearts. I was alert and did not want to be end-played so I
dropped the king under the ace. I knew that if declarer held the
queen of hearts, he would have finessed. South next led a low
heart from his hand and I found myself in the West chair. I
quickly rose with the queen of hearts to swallow up my partner's
jack. I had always wanted an opportunity to use the "crocodile
coup" and it finally presented itself. I then cashed the ten of
hearts and led the queen of clubs to beat the contract. Note that
if I don't rise with the heart queen, my partner is end-played into
leading a club or giving a ruff-sluff to declarer.
Just as I was waiting for partner, the opponents, and the many
kibitzers to applaud my magnificent defense, I woke up. I knew I
had played the hand in the evening session so I found my convention
card to see the actual result. Had I really defended so
well? The answer staring back at me was that I was North and had
doubled 4 and they made it for -710 and a
zero.
Oh well, only three more hours until the alarm. If I could only
get back to sleep.