I was in a chess club as a kid. Loved it, great people.
I went to a competition once.
There was so much noise, so many people. Scheduling to consider and I didn’t like the food so i was very hungry.
This was more then a decade ago. But there was this one match. I think the last one of the day and i had lost all but a draw before. i felt so awefull, physically, mentally i played so awefull but this is a core memory
My opponent made a mistake. Illegal fucking move with the queen.
“Y uh, you cant… do tht. “
“Wut?”
“Y mda, ts u illegal move. “
My Opponent Looks at board, visible terror dawn on their face. “Oh” Looked me in the eye, and slowly moves the queen to a legal spot.
Did i know i was 100% supposed to call the ref and that i had just won the game. Of course i did.
Did my opponent know? (We were kids) I am pretty sure they did.
So i played a few more moves in silence and resigned the game not long after. To my mind i had already lost a while ago. I felt so sick the basic idea of feeling joy for a win was so far off i just couldn’t muster to take it.
I still love chess Anyway thank you for joining this spontaneous group therapy session. Anyone else have chess related trauma to mate?
As far as i understood it at the time they where strict classical rules. The hand that touches the clock is the one to move a piece. Touching a piece means you must move that piece. Illegal moves are an automatic forfeit (i always presumed because they are undistinguishable from trying to cheat).
Its possible that tournaments are setup with different rules but i never really had the experience to find out. Considering kids there is also a good chance my opponent would have just lied, queen was already moved to a now legal spot.