Daniel Negreanu stood form his seat and leaned forward. His face sowed he was not happy, or on the best he was resigned. His tournament life looked poised on a knife edge.

Play as much as this point had gone without much incident for the Team Pro, save the gradual decline within the size of his stack. He'd gone quiet, and so too had the gang. They'd come to look at him do what he does best, but to this point there had not been much to cheer.

Then the announcer said he was all-in.

Negreanu turned over ace-king while Omri Moga showed pocket sevens. He stood and so did the audience, now getting ready to an early dinner. Somebody somewhere whistled.

The ace-high flop gave the impression to solve Negreanu's immediate problems, however the three clubs were a snag for the reason that considered one of Moga's sevens was also a club. Negreanu had a sweat. The gang called for all types of cards to assist the Canadian, except one voice that demanded a seven. However the seven, or the club missed the turn and the river.

Negreanu sat back down, the smile having returned to his face. He was also talking again. Much more so when the 2 black aces he found at the next hand moved him up much more. Negreanu looks as if he'll be sticking around just a little longer.

Stephen Bartley is a staff writer for the PokerStars Blog.

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