It was tricky and took a lot of planning but he was sure he could pull the attack off. All his years of training had brought him to this moment – it was live or die. However, his partner was also a pro. She had trained just as hard, just as long. He strongly suspected she would see the attack coming and neatly sidestep. But he might be able to distract her if he played a little from the left, she was looking for a frontal attack so might be blind to something coming from the sides. If it worked, her back would be open for his attack and he would live. He might even win.
He met her eye across the playing field and gave a confident smile. Hers was condescending. He almost lost it and attacked but that would have lead to death for sure. Patience, calm and controlled always won over rash and angered. But he seethed inside, determined now to not only live but win as well. He would show her, humiliate her, put her in her place. Yes, he thought as her eyes left his, this is your defeat.
And he did live but he did not win. His territory had two eyes but his territory was too small. She controlled more of the Go board than he did and as the post game discussion flowed around him, he realised she let him live. She had not only controlled the game but had controlled him as well. He bowed his head and though, next year, next year the title will be mine.