A member of the club, who is a bit of a literary gent on the quiet, recently sent me an email that started off “Dear Tiger . . .”, an allusion that worked on two levels. Yes, I had been a bit satirical in the electronic communication to which he was replying but I also caught a reference to one of the greatest attacking players that the list of World Champions has ever seen: Tigran (Tiger) Vartanovich Petroshan (or Petrosian). Now, he was partial to a draw, when he wasn’t feeling particularly energetic and Mrs. Petroshan had told him that he’d better be on time for his tea or else . . . But when his blood was stirred and the moment required it, he was a marvellous attacking player. Do play through the following example:
Here he is looking a bit puzzled. Maybe he’s trying to remember what’s for tea.