I am the wolf and I prey on the sheep of the table. I lunge at the cowering feeble woollycoated players around the $55 sit-and-go table with rags in my hand and steel in my heart.

It’s the hyper-aggressive style of poker that Antonio Esfandiari taught on day one of Camp Hellmuth and it pays out with two $250 first place finishes at Aladdin’s Casino later that day.

But the problem is, how are you supposed to know when the sheep are going to stand on their hind legs and launch a couple of pocket rockets down your slathering maw?