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The King's Gambit is an exciting and aggressive chess opening that has fascinated players for centuries. Here are some of its key variations: King's Gambit Accepted (Classical Variation):
After 1.e4 e5 2.f4 exf4, Black accepts the pawn sacrifice by capturing on f4.
White's main move is 3.Nf3, entering the King's Knight's Gambit line.
The goal for White is to quickly castle and apply pressure on the f7-square using the light-squared bishop, knight, and the open f-file. King's Gambit Accepted (Fischer Defense):
In this variation, Black plays 2…d6 after accepting the pawn.
The idea is to solidify the center and avoid the wild complications that arise from capturing the pawn on f4.
Named after the legendary chess player Bobby Fischer, who explored this line. King's Gambit Accepted (Bishop's Variation):
After 1.e4 e5 2.f4 exf4 3.Nf3 g5 4.Bc4, White enters the Bishop's Gambit.
Black can play 4…Qh4+, forcing the white king to f1.
White accepts this and later plays Nf3, gaining a tempo on the black queen.
From there, White aims to build a strong center and launch an offensive. King's Gambit Declined (Falkbeer Countergambit):
Black declines the gambit by playing 1.e4 e5 2.f4 d5.
Instead of capturing White's wing pawn, Black strikes at the center immediately.
This variation aims to open up the center and explore the weaknesses White created around their king after the f2-f4 push. King's Gambit Declined (Classical Variation):
Black develops the dark-squared bishop to Bc5 after 1.e4 e5 2.f4.
The bishop on c5 prevents the white king from castling kingside, keeping it exposed.
Black refuses to engage in the wild games that would unfold after accepting the gambit. The King's Gambit offers rich tactical possibilities and exciting play, but it can be risky. Players who enjoy sharp, aggressive positions often find it appealing. Whether you accept or decline the gambit, there are plenty of ways to operate this classic opening! * King's Gambit Origin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Me... * IM David Pruess: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Of4... * Dereque Kelley says: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVi... * GM Ian Nepomniachtchi explains the KGA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viC... * Hanging Pawns: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmi... * He's hooked: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZb... * GM Marian Petrov explains: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8Z... * Schallop Defense: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38U... * Magnus Carlsen vs Ding Liren: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vsk... * Master Boogie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSL... * Norway Chess: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Xy... * Play the Falkbeer CG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E-... * ChessPod: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvV... * Chess School: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-b... * Hinrichsen Gambit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tty... * GM Finegold lecture: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpV... * 48 Variants: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbM... * GM Naroditsky: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Qx... * Crushing the King's Gambit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEy... * 23 yr old vs 17 yr old: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjq... * 2 F4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZi... * 2..F5?! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jd4... * The Nkight: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28c... * Triple Crown: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--F... * Cicero, IL USA simultaneous: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dc... * Adolf Anderssen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4X... King's Gambit Accepted by KingG, modified by Fredthebear 1.e4 e5 2.f4 exf4 3.Nf3
click for larger viewThis is a games collection that shows how to play the King's Gambit Accepted(1.e4 e5 2.f4 exf4 3.Nf3). I have tried to include only the most theoretically sound moves, so that means no dubious double Muzio gambits, that seems to have a clear refutation(9...Qf5!).
On the other hand, i have included a few games on the Allgaier Gambit, because it's not completely clear that there is an easy refutation, and it's even less likely that your opponent will know it. The Fischer defence is one of the most testing defences to the King's Gambit, and some people get put off by the main-line 6.Ng1 variation, so a couple of good alternatives are given: Gallagher's 5.d3!?, and the modern 5.b3!?, inspired by a similar line in the Becker. The lines are mainly chosen based on the excellent book by Thomas Johansson, The King's Gambit for the Creative Aggressor, although i have used a few other sources as well. In the King's Gambit Accepted, the main lines typically involve Black accepting the gambit by capturing the pawn on f4 and defending it. Here are some key moves in the main line: 1.e4 e5 2.f4 exf4 3.Nf3 g5: This is the starting position of the main line. White sacrifices the pawn on f4, and Black captures it with the pawn on f4. The move g5 by Black aims to control the center and prepare for a kingside attack. 3…g5 is the hallmark move of the King's Gambit Accepted. Black boldly pushes the g-pawn forward, challenging White's center and creating threats against the f4 pawn. 4.h4: White can play 4.h4, attacking Black's pawn on g5. This move aims to break up Black's pawn structure and open lines for an attack. 4…g4: Black can respond by capturing the pawn on g4. This move opens up the g-file for Black's rook and maintains control over the f4 pawn. 5.Ne5: White develops the knight to e5, attacking Black's pawn on f7. This move puts pressure on Black's position and threatens to fork the f7 and g7 squares. 5…h5: Black can play h5 to defend the g4 pawn and prevent White's knight from jumping to g6. The King's Gambit Accepted leads to sharp and dynamic positions, where both sides have chances for an aggressive play. It's a fascinating opening that often results in exciting tactical battles. Remember that chess is full of variations and creative ideas, so players often explore different moves beyond the main lines. Enjoy your games! "Above the clouds I lift my wing
To hear the bells of Heaven ring;
Some of their music, though my fights be wild,
To Earth I bring;
Then let me soar and sing!" ― Edmund Clarence Stedman Feb-13-11 keypusher: <scutigera: They give this as one of Myagmarsuren's notable games with 162 others in the database?>
notable games are selected based on how many games collections they are in. Dec-12-16 DrGridlock: Q: When is a pin not a pin?
A: When the piece is:
(i) not pinned to the king
and
(ii) in moving the piece threatens either mate or greater material gain than what it was pinned to.
(iii) in moving the piece now defends the unit it was pinned to, such as Nf3xd4 and protects the Be2 that was behind the knight. <Riddle Question: You walk into a room that contains a match, a kerosene lamp, a candle and a fireplace. What would you light first? Extremely high-pressured water can easily cut through a steel beam. Riddle Answer: The match
Riddle Question: A man dies of old age on his 25 birthday. How is this possible? The number Zero was invented by Aryabhatta.
Riddle Answer: He was born on February 29.> "The broader the chess player you are, the easier it is to be competitive, and the same seems to be true of mathematics - if you can find links between different branches of mathematics, it can help you resolve problems. In both mathematics and chess, you study existing theory and use that to go forward."
― Viswanathan Anand
"All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters either. Every single man in this Army play a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain." ― General George S. Patton, U.S. Army "Soldiers generally win battles; generals get credit for them."
― Napoleon Bonaparte, French military and political leader After winning a good game, I always ask myself: "Where did I go right?"
― Tom Wiswell (1910-1988) who made a quote regarding playing checkers worth using in chess circles. "Discovered check is the dive-bomber of the chessboard." — Reuben Fine Istanbul, Turkey is the only city in the world located on two continents, Europe and Asia. It is connected by bridges. "If your opponent cannot do anything active, then don't rush the position; instead, you should let him sit there, suffer, and beg you for a draw."
― IM Jeremy Silman
"One may know how to conquer without being able to do it."
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War
"I think Capablanca was one of the most important world champions for me. I studied his games, and a good book about Capablanca's games was written by International Master Vasily Panov, a Russian master. There was quite a strong influence of Capablanca's style." ― Anatoly Karpov "The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company...a church....a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude...I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you...we are in charge of our attitudes."
― Charles Swindoll
"God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well." ― Voltaire "What gives chess its great fascination is that the K, Q, R, B, N, and P move in different ways. In consequence we get a colorful diversity of possibilities unequaled in any other board game." ― Fred Reinfeld Gerald Abrahams' dictum: "Good positions don't win games; good moves do". "Chess is a miniature version of life. To be successful, you need to be disciplined, assess resources, consider responsible choices and adjust when circumstances change." ― Susan Polgar Q: What do you call malware on a Kindle?
A: A bookworm.
CAISSA
or
The Game at Chess; a Poem.
(written in the year 1763, by Sir William Jones) (pronounced ky-eé-sah)
Of armies on the chequer'd field array'd,
And guiltless war in pleasing form display'd;
When two bold kings contend with vain alarms,
In ivory this, and that in ebon arms;
Sing, sportive maids, that haunt the sacred hill Of Pindus, and the fam'd Pierian rill.
Thou, joy of all below, and all above,
Mild Venus, queen of laughter, queen of love;
Leave thy bright island, where on many a rose
And many a pink thy blooming train repose:
Assist me, goddess! since a lovely pair
Command my song, like thee devinely fair.
Near yon cool stream, whose living waters play,
And rise translucent in the solar ray;
Beneath the covert of a fragrant bower,
Where spring's nymphs reclin'd in calm retreat,
And envying blossoms crouded round their seat;
Here Delia was enthron'd, and by her side
The sweet Sirena, both in beauty's pride:
Thus shine two roses, fresh with early bloom,
That from their native stalk dispense perfume;
Their leaves unfolding to the dawning day
Gems of the glowing mead, and eyes of May.
A band of youths and damsels sat around,
Their flowing locks with braided myrtle bound;
Agatis, in the graceful dance admir'd,
And gentle Thyrsis, by the muse inspir'd;
With Sylvia, fairest of the mirthful train;
And Daphnis, doom'd to love, yet love in vain.
Now, whilst a purer blush o'erspreads her cheeks, With soothing accents thus Sirena speaks:
"The meads and lawns are ting'd with beamy light, And wakeful larks begin their vocal flight;
Whilst on each bank the dewdrops sweetly smile;
What sport, my Delia, shall the hours beguile?
Whall heavenly notes, prolong'd with various art, Charm the fond ear, and warm the rapturous heart? At distance shall we view the sylvan chace?
Or catch with silken lines the finny race?"
Then Delia thus: "Or rather, since we meet
By chance assembled in this cool retreat,
In artful contest let our warlike train
Move well-directed o'er the field preside:
No prize we need, our ardour to inflame;
We fight with pleasure, if we fight for fame."
The nymph consents: the maids and youths prepare To view the combat, and the sport to share:
But Daphnis most approv'd the bold design,
Whom Love instructed, and the tuneful Nine.
He rose, and on the cedar table plac'd
A polish'd board, with differing colours grac'd; Squares eight times eight in equal order lie;
These bright as snow, those dark with sable dye; Like the broad target by the tortoise born,
Or like the hide by spotted panthers worn.
Then from a chest, with harmless heroes stor'd,
O'er the smooth plain two well-wrought hosts he pour'd; The champions burn'd their rivals to assail,
Twice eight in black, twice eight in milkwhite mail; In shape and station different, as in name,
Their motions various, not their power the same. Say, muse! (for Jove has nought from thee conceal'd) Who form'd the legions on the level field?
High in the midst the reverend kings appear,
And o'er the rest their pearly scepters rear:
One solemn step, majestically slow,
They gravely move, and shun the dangerous foe;
If e'er they call, the watchful subjects spring, And die with rapture if they save their king;
On him the glory of the day depends,
He once imprison'd, all the conflict ends.
The queens exulting near their consorts stand;
Each bears a deadly falchion in her hand;
Now here, now there, they bound with furious pride, And thin the trmbling ranks from side to side;
Swift as Camilla flying o'er the main,
Or lightly skimming o'er the dewy plain:
Fierce as they seem, some bold Plebeian spear
May pierce their shield, or stop their full career. The valiant guards, their minds on havock bent,
Fill the next squares, and watch the royal tent; Tho' weak their spears, tho' dwarfish be their height, Compact they move, the bulwark of the fight,
To right and left the martial wings display
Their shining arms, and stand in close array.
Behold, four archers, eager to advance,
Send the light reed, and rush with sidelong glance; Through angles ever they assault the foes,
True to the colour, which at first they chose.
Then four bold knights for courage-fam'd and speed, Each knight exalted on a prancing steed:
Their arching course no vulgar limit knows,
Tranverse they leap, and aim insidious blows:
Nor friends, nor foes, their rapid force restrain, By on quick bound two changing squares they gain; From varing hues renew the fierce attack,
And rush from black to white, from white to black. Four solemn elephants the sides defend;
Benearth the load of ponderous towers they bend: In on unalter'd line they tempt the fight;
Now crush the left, and now o'erwhelm the right. Bright in the front the dauntless soldiers raise Their polish'd spears; their steely helmets blaze: Prepar'd they stand the daring foe to strike,
Direct their progress, but their wounds oblique. Now swell th' embattled troups with hostile rage, And clang their shields, impatient to engage;
When Daphnis thus: A varied plain behold,
Where fairy kings their mimick tents unfold,
As Oberon, and Mab, his wayward queen,
Lead forth their armies on the daisied green.
No mortal hand the wond'rous sport contriv'd,
By gods invents, and from gods deriv'd;
From them the British nymphs receiv'd the game,
And play ech morn beneath the crystal Thame;
Hear then the tale, which they to Colin sung,
As idling o'er the lucid wave he hung.
A lovely dryad rang'd the Thracian wild,
Her air enchanting, and her aspect mild:
To chase the bounding hart was all her joy,
Averse from Hymen, and the Cyprian boy;
O'er hills an valleys was her beauty fam'd,
And fair Caissa was the damsel nam'd.
Mars saw the maid; with deep surprize he gaz'd,
Admir'd her shape, and every gesture prais'd:
His golden bow the child of Venus bent,
And through his breast a piecing arrow sent.
The reed was hope; the feathers, keen desire;
The point, her eyes; the barbs, ethereal fire.
Soon to the nymph he pour'd his tender strain;
The haughtly dryad scorn'd his amorous pain:
He told his woes, where'er the maid he found,
And still he press'd, yet still Caissa frown'd;
But ev'n her frowns (ah, what might smiles have done!) Fir'd all his soul, and all his senses won.
He left his car, by raging tigers drawn,
And lonely wander'd o'er the dusky lawn;
Then lay desponding near a murmuring stream,
And fair Caissa was his plaintive theme.
A naiad heard him from her mossy bed,
And through the crystal rais'd her placid head;
Then mildly spake: "O thou, whom love inspires,
Thy tears will nourish, not allay thy fires.
The smiling blossoms drink the pearly dew;
And ripening fruit the feather'd race pursue;
The scaly shoals devour the silken weeds;
Love on our sighs, and on our sorrow feeds.
Then weep no more; but, ere thou canst obtain
Balm to thy wounds, and solace to thy pain,
With gentle art thy martial look beguile;
Be mild, and teach thy rugged brow to smile.
Canst thou no play, no soothing game devise;
To make thee lovely in the damsel's eyes?
So may thy prayers assuage the scornful dame,
And ev'n Caissa own a mutual frame."
Kind nymph, said Mars, thy counsel I approve;
Art, only art, her ruthless breast can move.
but when? or how? They dark discourse explain:
So may thy stream ne'er swell with gushing rain; So may thy waves in one pure current flow,
And flowers eternal on thy border blow!"
To whom the maid replied with smiling mien:
"Above the palace of the Paphian queen
Love's brother dwells, a boy of graceful port,
By gods nam'd Euphron, and by mortals Sport:
Seek him; to faithful ears unfold thy grief,
And hope, ere morn return, a sweet relief.
His temple hangs below the azure skies;
Seest thou yon argent cloud? 'Tis there it lies." This said, she sunk beneath the liquid plain,
And sought the mansion of her blue-hair'd train. Meantime the god, elate with heart-felt joy,
Had reach'd the temple of the sportful boy;
He told Caissa's charms, his kindled fire,
The naiad's counsel, and his warm desire.
"Be swift, he added, give my passion aid;
A god requests." - He spake, and Sport obey'd.
He fram'd a tablet of celestial mold,
Inlay'd with squares of silver and of gold;
Then of two metals form'd the warlike band,
That here compact in show of battle stand;
He taught the rules that guide the pensive game, And call'd it Cassa from the dryad's name:
(Whence Albion's sons, who most its praise confess, Approv'd the play, and nam'd it thoughtful Chess.) The god delighted thank'd indulgent Sport;
Then grasp'd the board, and left his airy court. With radiant feet he pierc'd the clouds; nor stay'd, Till in the woods he saw the beauteous maid:
Tir'd with the chase the damsel set reclin'd,
Her girdle loose, her bosom unconfin'd.
He took the figure of a wanton faun,
And stood before her on the flowery lawn;
Then show'd his tablet: pleas'd the nymph survey'd The lifeless troops in glittering ranks display'd; She ask'd the wily sylvan to explain
The various motions of the splendid train;
With eager heart she caught the winning lore,
And thought ev'n Mars less hateful than before;
"What spell," said she, "deceiv'd my careless mind? The god was fair, and I was most unkind."
She spoke, and saw the changing faun assume
A milder aspect, and a fairer bloom;
His wreathing horns, that from his temples grew, Flow'd down in curls of bright celestial hue;
The dappled hairs, that veil'd his loveless face, Blaz'd into beams, and show'd a heavenly grace;
The shaggy hide, that mantled o'er his breast,
Was soften'd to a smooth transparent vest,
That through its folds his vigorous bosom show'd, And nervous limbs, where youthful ardour glow'd: (Had Venus view'd him in those blooming charms,
Not Vulcan's net had forc'd her from his arms.)
With goatlike feet no more he mark'd the ground, But braided flowers his silken sandals bound.
The dryad blush'd; and, as he press'd her, smil'd, Whilst all his cares one tender glance beguil'd. He ends: To arms, the maids and striplings cry;
To arms, the groves and sounding vales reply.
Sirena led to war the swarthy crew,
And Delia those that bore the lily's hue.
Who first, O muse, began the bold attack;
The white refulgent, or the mournful black?
Fair Delia first, as favoring lots ordain,
Moves her pale legions tow'rd the sable train:
From thought to thought her lively fancy flies,
Whilst o'er the board she darts her sparkling eyes. At length the warrior moves with haughty strides; Who from the plain the snowy king divides:
With equal haste his swarthy rival bounds;
His quiver rattles, and his buckler sounds:
Ah! hapless youths, with fatal warmth you burn;
Laws, ever fix'd, forbid you to return.
then from the wing a short-liv'd spearman flies, Unsafely bold, and see! he dies, he dies:
The dark-brow'd hero, with one vengeful blow
Of life and place deprives his ivory foe.
Now rush both armies o'er the burnish'd field,
Hurl the swift dart, and rend the bursting shield. Here furious knights on fiery coursers prance,
but see! the white-rob'd Amazon beholds
Where the dark host its opening van unfolds:
Soon as her eye discerns the hostile maid,
By ebon shield, and ebon helm betray'd;
Seven squares she passed with majestic mien,
And stands triumphant o'er the falling queen.
Perplex'd, and sorrowing at his consort's fate,
The monarch burn'd with rage, despair, and hate: Swift from his zone th' avenging blade he drew,
And, mad with ire, the proud virago slew.
Meanwhile sweet smiling Delia's wary king
Retir'd from fight behind the circling wing.
Long time the war in equal balance hung;
Till, unforseen, an ivory courser sprung,
And, wildly prancing in an evil hour,
Attack'd at once the monarch and the tower:
Sirena blush'd; for, as the rules requir'd,
Her injur'd sovereign to his tent retir'd;
Whilst her lost castle leaves his threatening height, And adds new glory to th' exulting knight.
At this, pale fear oppress'd the drooping maid,
And on her cheek the rose began to fade:
A crystal tear, that stood prepar'd to fall,
She wip'd in silence, and conceal'd from all;
From all but Daphnis; He remark'd her pain,
And saw the weakness of her ebon train;
Then gently spoke: "Let me your loss supply,
And either nobly win, or nobly dir;
Me oft has fortune crown'd with fair success,
And led to triumph in the fields of Chess."
He said: the willing nymph her place resign'd,
And sat at distance on the bank reclin'd.
Thus when Minerva call'd her chief to arms,
And Troy's high turret shook with dire alarms,
The Cyprian goddess wounded left the plain,
And Mars engag'd a mightier force in vain.
Strait Daphnis leads his squadron to the field;
(To Delia's arms 'tis ev'n a joy to yield.)
Each guileful snare, and subtle art he tries,
But finds his heart less powerful than her eyes: Wisdom and strength superior charms obey;
And beauty, beauty, wins the long-fought day.
By this a hoary chief, on slaughter bent,
Approach'd the gloomy king's unguarded tent;
Where, late, his consort spread dismay around,
Now her dark corse lies bleeding on the ground.
Hail, happy youth! they glories not unsung
Shall live eternal on the poet's tongue;
For thou shalt soon receive a splendid change,
And o'er the plain with nobler fury range.
The swarthy leaders saw the storm impend,
And strove in vain their sovereign to defend:
Th' invader wav'd his silver lance in air,
And flew like lightning to the fatal square;
His limbs dilated in a moment grew
To stately height, and widen'd to the view;
More fierce his look, more lion-like his mien,
Sublime he mov'd, and seem'd a warrior queen.
As when the sage on some unfolding plant
Has caught a wandering fly, or frugal ant,
His hand the microscopic frame applies,
And lo! a bright hair'd monster meets his eyes;
He sees new plumes in slender cases roll'd;
Here stain'd with azure, there bedropp'd with gold; Thus, on the alter'd chief both armies gaze,
And both the kings are fix'd with deep amaze.
The sword, which arm'd the snow-white maid before, He noew assumes, and hurls the spear no more;
The springs indignant on the dark-rob'd band,
And knights and archers feel his deadly hand.
Now flies the monarch of the sable shield,
His legions vanquish'd, o'er the lonely field:
So when the morn, by rosy coursers drawn,
With pearls and rubies sows the verdant lawn,
Whilst each pale star from heaven's blue vault retires, Still Venus gleams, and last of all expires.
He hears, where'er he moves, the dreadful sound; Check the deep vales, and Check the woods rebound. No place remains: he sees the certain fate,
And yields his throne to ruin, and Checkmate.
A brighter blush o'erspreads the damsel's cheeks, And mildly thus the conquer'd stripling speaks:
"A double triumph, Delia, hast thou won,
By Mars protected, and by Venus' son;
The first with conquest crowns thy matchless art, The second points those eyes at Daphnis' heart." She smil'd; the nymphs and amorous youths arise, And own that beauty gain'd the nobler prize.
Low in their chest the mimic troops were lay'd,
And peaceful slept the sable hero's shade.
Red means stop.
The truth hurts.
"If a disciple is old,
a master should be mature.
If a disciple is young,
a master should be accessible.
If a disciple is brave,
a master should be fearless.
If a disciple is shrewd,
a master should be wise.
If a disciple is strong,
a master should be powerful.
If a disciple is learned,
a master should be enlightened.
If a disciple is contented,
a master should be joyful.
If a disciple is faithful,
a master should be devoted.
If a disciple is tolerant,
a master should be peaceful.
If a disciple is intro inspective,
a master should be self-aware.
If a disciple is focused,
a master should be determined.
If a disciple is exceptional,
a master should be perfect."
― Matshona Dhliwayo
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