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Diary of a poker addict

Nick Wealthall

Nick Wealthall

It’s one thing meeting your hero, but when you get to beat him at his own game it’s a dream come true, as Nick Wealthall discovers

When I was 10 years old I was treated to a VIP tour of Liverpool Football Club. As someone who had their bedroom door painted Liverpool red when I was five, this was the high point of my young life. Now this may shock and amaze you, but I was a mouthy little bugger when I was young. But, on being introduced to the stars of the team, I barely uttered a word. Instead I just grinned and giggled and stared.

Of course, as I’ve matured I’ve put that kind of giggling wide-eyed stupor to bed – until I played poker with Doyle Brunson earlier this month...

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