"Oh, gosh… I am so close…" Sheva groaned weekly, feeling irritated that he couldn't capitalize on his advantage earlier. Even though a draw itself was not a bad result for him, it felt like something felt amiss here, especially since there was a moment where he was completely on the lead. "Where did everything go wrong?" He frowned, recalling everything that had happened on the board.
Praggnanandhaa, on the other side of the board, couldn't understand what he was saying since he spoke in Indonesian. However, having played chess for a long time, the Indian boy could understand the frustration on his opponent's side, so out of respect, he decided to help Sheva here.
"The rook moving to F6 let me win a tempo earlier," Praggnanandhaa explained with a thick Indian accent.
