"No way…" Bagas gasped, staring at the screen in disbelief. "No fucking way… Sheva missed such a huge advantage?!"
Even though +1.4 didn't look that much, Bagas knew that in a high-level game like this, all advantages mattered. Hell, as long as it wasn't below +0.5, there was still a chance the white piece could extend the advantage, and it worked well, especially for Sheva.
Bagas had been witnessing his best friend's rise from the beginning of his career up to this point, and yet, he hadn't often seen that Sheva failed to grasp the win from this advantageous position. The last one should be against the Uzbek GM, Javokhir Sindarov, in the Tata Steel Chess last January, and since then, no one could stop his berserk state at all.
Now, it seemed Sheva would be forced to get his second draw of the year, what with how Vincent Keymer was able to hold the position up to this point.
