Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow. Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her. Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it. Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there. You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up. Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that. You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation. Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow. Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her. Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it. Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there. You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up. Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that. You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation. Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
Very astute assessment. About Gukesh it is hard to judge for anyone as he is really concentrated on Classical. Erigasi prediction was spot on.Magnus too has mentioned Erigaisi a few times.
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow. Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her. Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it. Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there. You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up. Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that. You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation. Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
Caruana’s predictions all turned out right. He is a very good reader and follower of the game broadly. An ex-wc and goat gets it wrong always- he bet on alireza to become next wc, Gurkha was not good before candidates and so on
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow. Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her. Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it. Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there. You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up. Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that. You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation. Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation. Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
@@barry_allen321 young person (between 13 and 19 years old) A teenager, or teen, is someone who is 13 to 19 years old. * P.S. : above mentioned statement is from Google.... Quite literally, I cut, copy, pasted for you..... ✌️😎👍
People hearing Pragg's name worldover for the past decade and half... Thinking Pragg's older than he actually is.... Pragg's THE reason for the current wave in the country... He's also the inspiration ( also the competition ) for the current generation including Gukesh.... and all....
top player is those who consistently in top 10. Just because you went into top 10 for a month and drop back doesnt make you top player. The key here is the consistency as caruana mentioned. You need to be there for a long time.
@@isaac7272 Nah, top 20 is being a top player. By your logic Wesley So isn't a top player when consistently is in that conversation. Neither would Maxime.
He was a streaky player back then, so the prediction was according to that. After his debut into top level chess in Olympiad 2022 and Tata Steel 2023, he has had very consistent top performances in super tournaments, and even more so if the event has high stakes in some way - whether representing country like in Olympiad 2024, or the Candidates.
Yea, Gukesh has never proved to be a serious player in faster time controls. Nobody can claim to be a top player without showing that in fast controls today. So he can calculate when he has 2 hours? So what.
Magnus place is goat, same as kasparov and fischer. magnus eater prag is a joke, if arjun or gukesh can top at 15 years then you can argue, many young players are 12-15 years strong now and in 2030 the competition will be even tougher, and magnus retired without lose his title same as kasparov and fischer
Well, the hot streak for Gukesh wasn't a one off though, but awesome calculations in the guessword, Fabi calculates at a depth of 2 years
Yeah, but it's not like he even said it would be a one off. Just that he was withholding full analysis due to not enough information.
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise.
Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow.
Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her.
Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it.
Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there.
You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up.
Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that.
You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation.
Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
@@Richard_Stroker Not gonna read all that, but you basically want to say Fabi = Aizen
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise.
Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow.
Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her.
Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it.
Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there.
You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up.
Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that.
You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation.
Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
This is a masterpiece
This is the type of shitpost I live for
It was interesting but you took it too far.
😂😂😂
He is saying Fabi = Aizen
Very astute assessment. About Gukesh it is hard to judge for anyone as he is really concentrated on Classical. Erigasi prediction was spot on.Magnus too has mentioned Erigaisi a few times.
1:38 Pragg is not around 2650. He is 2746 right now.
Edit: Just realised this was published 2022
Damn he predicted this 2 years ago 😂
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise.
Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow.
Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her.
Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it.
Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there.
You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up.
Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that.
You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation.
Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
@@Richard_Stroker yes
Even Caruana didn't imagine that it would happen within an year & half! LOL
I remember when he said that !
Is anyone gonna talk about that thumbnail 🔥🔥🔥
Caruana’s predictions all turned out right. He is a very good reader and follower of the game broadly. An ex-wc and goat gets it wrong always- he bet on alireza to become next wc, Gurkha was not good before candidates and so on
Imagine you are playing Caruana. For 25 moves, you are grabbing more and more material but he just keeps playing a move every 3 seconds. It's surreal. Half an hour later the position has become fiendishly complicated and he has continued to blitz out moves, evidently still in his preparation. Eventually you lose on time. You shake hands. He looks deeply into your eyes, smiling slightly, and you feel some strange inkling appear in the back of your mind. Anyway that was the last round so you collect your belongings and head home. Two hours later you are beginning to cook dinner and you finally realise.
Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
The knowledge washes over you. He's still in prep. He planned all this. He knew what you were going to have for dinner. When is his crushing masterstroke going to materialise? You thought it would end when you lost. In fact, that end was just the beginning. He has bigger things planned. Later that night, you make love to your fiancé. You can't get into it. Caruana is still in his prep. He knew what you were going to do. Frankly, he could probably do it better. What you're doing is part of his plan. You feel that he will punish you for it, somehow.
Months pass. Your fiancé leaves; there is no passion anymore. You know in your heart that Caruana planned that too. You don't tell her.
Years pass. You descend into alcoholism. Your chess game suffers. By observing the world through the bottom of a bottle, you can forget that Caruana is still in his preparation. But every morning, you feel like death and he is still in his prep. You can feel it.
Decades pass. The A.A. meetings have helped treat your alcoholism but have failed to solve the pain that drove you there.
You learn to live with it. You marry and have children. You are a warm and loving family man, but sometimes those closest to you notice that you seem distant and sad. You gaze into the distance thinking inscrutable thoughts. If only they knew. Caruana's still in his prep. You suspect he knows what your kids will be when they grow up.
Further decades pass. You become a grandfather and a godfather. You ask that your goddaughter is named Fabiana in the hopes that this will appease Fabi and his preparation will end. It does not. When will it end? He can't possibly have much longer to make use of whatever he's got planned. You will die soon. In a way, you long for that.
You die of pneumonia at the age of 89. Your funeral is well-attended. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Centuries pass. Your grandchildren's grandchildren live their lives in a world you would not recognise. One of your descendants is an accountant for a firm hired to build a space elevator. Or at least, his title is ''accountant''. AIs do most of his actual accounting. Fabiano Caruana is still in his preparation.
Eons pass. Humanity escapes to the stars. The sun gradually runs out of hydrogen to burn and expands into a red giant, engulfing the Earth in nuclear fire. Fabiano Caruana complains that it is making too much noise in the chess centre and disrupting his concentration. In fact, this is merely for psychological effect. He doesn't really need to concentrate, because he is still in his preparation.
Time passes. ''Years'' become somewhat meaningless, since the Earth has been atomised and no longer orbits the sun. Yet if a count of them continued, so many would have elapsed that they would be reckoned in scientific notation. The particles we thought were fundamental begin to liquefy into a quantum mess, dissolving into the inevitable heat death of the universe. If Fabiano Caruana still sat at a chessboard, he would have had the time to set up the pieces in every possible configuration and manually play every conceivable game of chess. He is still in his preparation.
Pragg's intuitive.... He'll be a World Champion oneday... I, believe....
( He'll improve... Still a teen... ✌️😎👍 )....
Do you know the definition of teen? He's not one.
@@barry_allen321 till 9teen....
@@barry_allen321 Pragg's 19
@@barry_allen321 young person (between 13 and 19 years old) A teenager, or teen, is someone who is 13 to 19 years old.
* P.S. : above mentioned statement is from Google....
Quite literally, I cut, copy, pasted for you..... ✌️😎👍
People hearing Pragg's name worldover for the past decade and half... Thinking Pragg's older than he actually is....
Pragg's THE reason for the current wave in the country... He's also the inspiration ( also the competition ) for the current generation including Gukesh.... and all....
I think I like Pragg’s chess the most.
me too but gukesh and arjun are both better at classical ,pragg lost a lot of rating this month
@@ghassanabdulllah9714 Francois Godart loves Pragg's chess the most as well
Gukesh, Arjun, Pragg... so much talent in that group. Nihal and Raunak are a bit behind but they also have both still much potential to climb higher.
Leon mendoca also
Spot on by Fabi
I was shocked when I heard Gukesh is 18. I thought he was 30.
Right now he is 20 this video is 2 years old so...
Fabi precisely calculated the rating gain
Nostradamus Caruana ❗️❗️
Caruana calculates off the board as well, and accurately so - now Prag ,19 -around 2740, Gukesh , 18 - world champion? & Arjun ,21 - 2800..
Of curse i remember that Day 😊
"I don't think all of them will be top players"
2 years later - All 3 in the World Top 20 (top 10 a month ago)
Well Nihal did slow down.
Well Nihal is no where near so he is right still
top player is those who consistently in top 10. Just because you went into top 10 for a month and drop back doesnt make you top player. The key here is the consistency as caruana mentioned. You need to be there for a long time.
@@isaac7272 Nah, top 20 is being a top player. By your logic Wesley So isn't a top player when consistently is in that conversation. Neither would Maxime.
@@MadaraUchiha-iu3ld He said Arjun, Gukesh and Pragg. Nihal was talked about Separately.
Fabistradamus
Fabi predicted correct about Arjun but he underestimated Gukesh...
He was a streaky player back then, so the prediction was according to that. After his debut into top level chess in Olympiad 2022 and Tata Steel 2023, he has had very consistent top performances in super tournaments, and even more so if the event has high stakes in some way - whether representing country like in Olympiad 2024, or the Candidates.
Gukesh keeps on improving...l if improves at this pace he'll be one of finest players ever
Yea, Gukesh has never proved to be a serious player in faster time controls. Nobody can claim to be a top player without showing that in fast controls today. So he can calculate when he has 2 hours? So what.
@@u.v.s.5583so he's an engine with lower RAM.. He is also 18. He has a lifetime ahead of him
@@u.v.s.5583What's the point of being fast in time control if they can't win the second hardest tournament, just take take and take then what 😂
Nihal still not 2700 :(
haha Christian went for a 90s look
"I don't think all of them will be top players ". Proven wrong eh
Not really. Nihal is far from being a top player, which is sad.
@@akshar8160 he wins title tuesday like every week
@@James-Cook lol, you wanna put a 10 minute random rapid game at stake of who is better.
@@isaac7272 Do you know what TT is`? It is not rapid and it is also not one game. And you can call any game random.
The manspreading🦵🦵 in this on is crazy 💀📸💀
That's not a thing.
Isn't that a sexist term?
@@feinfein4444its called manspreading because men with Big balls do it, so i dont think its sexist
arjun already crossed 2800... like at the same day of the video
Bro…
lol worldd champ guki
2800 erigaise
magnus eater pragg lol
stop living in delusion, no one is magnus eater
Magnus place is goat, same as kasparov and fischer. magnus eater prag is a joke, if arjun or gukesh can top at 15 years then you can argue, many young players are 12-15 years strong now and in 2030 the competition will be even tougher, and magnus retired without lose his title same as kasparov and fischer