By now, we know who Deiveson Figueiredo is and how we wants to win. He’s a strange brew of pressure brawling and scramble madness. His odd time signature striking and janky movement make him a nightmare of projectiles and dyed hair. But as with all sideboard columns, we’re not interested in what Deiveson does well. We’re interested in what he doesn’t do often enough that he does well.
To gear up for this one, I decided to watch the Benavidez rematch yet again, and my lord. I forgot how thorough it was. And I don’t mean onesided.