If you love chess enough to play hundreds of tournaments you will, sooner or later, play like a numbskull. You lick your wounds, go to bed, and hope the engine belches into action the next day.
As a wise man once told me, the great comfort of a knockout tournament is that if you play badly, at least you get to go home.
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