(B)

Watson won his most important game and became Southern Chess Master ( 大师 ) in 1977. He was given the silver cup.

“ It isn't rightly mine,” he said, when he was holding the cup.” “It was won two years ago when I was on holiday in…”

“ A family was staying at my hotel at that time. Mrs. Prig, the mother, was told that I played chess; and she begged me to give her young son a game. ‘He's only ten. ‘ she said, ‘I've been told that he plays quite well. ‘

“ Well, as you can guess, I wasn't too happy. A player likes the opponent ( 对手 ) to play as well as he does. But it was holiday time and I agreed to play. We placed the board ( 棋盘 ) in the garden. The game began. I hoped it would be quick — and so it was.

“ Isoon knew that David Prig was no learner. After ten minutes his sister came outside and began to play tennis against a wall. The boy seemed to lose interest in our game. He moved a piece ( 棋子 ) without care. I gave my attention to the board.

“ Call me when you are ready, Mr. Watson,” he said.

When I was ready? I looked up. He had gone off to play with his sister. I studied the board, and found I was driven into corner. So it went on with David: a quick move, then tennis, back to the board, then back to his sister. My difficult condition became impossible to change. I was beaten. Oh, so easily, by a ten-year-old chess player. He was the winner—in twenty-eight minutes.

“ David Prig, a name to remember. I had a chance to use his game today, and it won this cup for me. To him, of course, it is only one of a hundred, or perhaps a thousand, winning games.”