Chess Legend Magnus Carlsen Lost to Upstart Hans Niemann—Then All Hell Broke Loose
Had Ootes been watching the pieces as the game had devolved? Had he understood what was happening on the board? Could he have inadvertently reacted to something he’d seen? Could he have given Hans information without meaning to, or even worse—could he have—could he have— It was a ridiculous thought. But still, it nagged at Magnus, and even before he’d thought it through he was suddenly walking toward Ootes. Magnus looked at the photographer, and then the camera. “If you take photos of a specific game, that is a massive tell.” It wasn’t an accusation, exactly, but Magnus’s frustration coming out in angry words. Information can be passed, even by accident. And Ootes—well, Ootes had a laptop, he had access to the internet—but even without the internet, he could have seen something, could have reacted, Hans could have noticed— Then Magnus turned and stormed back to his seat. He was still fuming, but there was nothing else to say. Staring at the swirling pieces, swallowing back the bitter taste rising in his chest—Magnus knew; it …









