Chess Poem 05: Igor Ivanov

His name was Igor Ivanov, someone you probably never heard of. He was a grandmaster of chess and certainly one of the best. I played him once, some years ago and he was a formidable foe. I'm no beginner, and yet this was a game to not forget. Soon he threatened bishop and knight; I could save one, but which was right? I left them both, let him decide which one to take (can't save my pride) . He took neither one, and to my dismay brought a third attacker into the fray. Three pieces threatened, can't save all, and he's really setting me up for the fall. The game is in turmoil (so is my mind) . How could I fall so far behind? If this were over, that would be great, then suddenly he says 'Checkmate! '