The sixth round of the game continued, and it had already entered the crucial stage. Most of the games were close to the finish line already, while some were still struggling to take anything but a draw.
Coincidentally, it was also a break time for the Black Rook broadcast, and Bagas was just sitting there silently, enjoying a pack of kebab he bought at the stall near the hotel. His eyes started discerning every game, and before he could hold back, his mouth decided to show off his brilliant thought.
"The first game is over. It is a dead end for the white."
"The second game is quite interesting. The black piece could still make an effort, but if he failed to bring the rook back to the equation quickly, everything will be too late."
"Oh, the third game is a classic rook and pawns endgame. If nothing goes wrong, this should end up in a draw. But who knows, maybe someone will slip later."
"The fourth game… Oh! What a huge mistake… I wouldn't do that if I were him…"
