Lee Davy explains why the cessation of the WSOP Main Event final table, and the prolonged wait for the climax, is unsatisfactory for the fan of poker.

The queen of hearts hits the deck, Daniel Negreanu hits the deck; my interest in the 46th Annual World Series of Poker (WSOP) hits the deck. Thud. Thud. Thud. I close my laptop, put on the kettle and look beyond the Cardiff city skyline.

“What shall I do now?”

I’ve watched a lot of final tables in my short career in this industry. None of them have turned me on. More sandals and baggy pants than torn fishnets and high heels. The game is boring. I’m sorry but it is. I would rather watch cricket. That’s how boring it is.