'Oh, come on!' Sheva groaned inwardly. Honestly, if this were not a formal occasion, he would've thrown hands already, starting to talk trash or do something stupid. 'Are you kidding me? A fucking Italian game?! What is he trying to do, getting a force draw against me?!'
Yeah, if it wasn't that obvious before, this thought really cleared things up for Sheva. He hated this Italian Game opening through his bones, and the mere thought of having to play against it was enough to lower his fighting spirit.
It wasn't like the Italian Game was a bad opening. No, if anything, this was a mad, solid one, ensuring both players to go steadily with a lot of opportunities for a surprise attack, as different move orders and slight changes in the position could lead to entirely new and unfamiliar positions, giving players a chance to surprise their opponent with novelties. Honestly, this should be a perfect opening for Sheva, especially since this didn't require him to remember too many theories.
