Well, this has to be one of the poshest parties I've ever been to, which means I'll get

thrown out if I'm seen with this microphone. So welcome Soto Voche from under my jacket, to the

palm court of the Plaza Hotel on New York's Fifth Avenue. Waiters are gliding round me with cocktails, vaudica cocktails, and you'll understand why in a minute.

And the guests at least some are retired in black and white as requested on the invitation, because this is a party to celebrate a big

event in the life of one of our oldest games.

It's the World Chess Championship.

No, that's not him. It's a super-body. ship. And right now I'm in a bit of a crush with the paparazzi as they jostle to ambush the reigning champion,

Magnus Carlson of Norway and his Russian challenger, Sergei Karayakin.

Well, Magnus Carlson has finally appeared an hour late on the red carpet.

Real, Matt Damon look alike.

Real ultimate.

Cool dude image that he's got got something completely new for chess.

Now, can I ask a very obvious question?

Are you really as relaxed as you always seen?

No.

Is my list than relaxed answer.

So what is it about Sergei Karayakin that poses the biggest danger?

Is he an immovable object?

Hardly movable.

I'm sorry, we have got to keep moving down the line. I need there to be a line.

Here now, completely different to Sergei Karayakin.

Really looks much more gorky almost like a teenager at his first date.

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