Daniel Freeman: It was the final round, and Ray and I were tied at 4.5/8. At the time of the game, nobody outside of scholastic circles had heard of Ray Robson.
Ray's father was standing behind him for most of the game.
Yes, 14.Nxd5? was an error, but it wasn't a mindless blunder. I became engrossed with the variation 14.Nxd5 Bxd5? 15.Ba6! winning the queen. However I also found that the intermezzo 14...Bxg5! seemed to refute my idea, although I had a vague feeling that it still might leave me with an attack.
At that point, I committed a cardinal sin of chess: I bluffed. I had fallen in love with my conception so much I decided to play it anyhow, hoping that my young opponent wouldn't be savvy enough to find the best defense. Bluffing is for poker, not chess.
Soon I realized that the attack I was hoping for after 14...Bxg5 was illusory, and suddenly the future GM seized the initiative and it was clear that I was doomed.
After tipping my king I shook Ray's hand and told his father that his son was very talented. I had no idea at the time what an understatement that was.