Pictures of Judit taken from the ChessBase Players Encyclopedia. They are
dated 1988, 1989, 1993, 1996 (it was a phase), 1996 (the famous hat picture)
Judit was born on July 23, 1976 in Budapest, Hungary. Her father László
was a pedagogue, specialised in chess. He announced, before his children were
born, that he intended to make them world-class players in chess.
László and Klara Polgar (in 1993)
To his initial chagrin Lászlo's wife Klara bore him three girls. But
the chess instructor proceeded undaunted with his plan and produced a four-time
world champion (oldest daughter Susan), one strong GM with some of the highest
tournament performances in chess (Sophia) and the strongest female player in
the history of the game: the youngest daughter Judit.
Above is Judit's Elo development since 1989, as documented by the ChessBase
Mega Database. Here are some interesting statistics on Judit Polgar (compiled
by Mig Greengard):
Current FIDE rating
|Current world ranking
|Number of pages found for “Judit Polgar”
in the Google search engine
|Number of pages found for “Peter Leko”
|Judit’s score in the 1988 Women’s
in Thessaloniki at the age of 12
|Her score in the 2000 (“Men’s”)
Olympiad in Istanbul
10/13 (+8 –1 =4)
|Became a Grandmaster in 1991 at the age of
15 years, 5 months
|Person whose record Judit broke to become
the world youngest Grandmaster ever
|Number of Judit Polgar games in the
2003 edition of the ChessBase database
|Number of Bobby Fischer games
|Number of years Judit has been the
top-rated woman in the world
|Number of rating points between her and the
current number two rated woman
|Number of points between the number
two woman and number one hundred
On a personal note
By Frederic Friedel
I first met the Polgar family twenty years ago, in Budapest in 1983. Acutally
I went over to their flat to talk to Zsuzsa,
who was the 14-year-old rising star of women's chess. I was introduced to László
Polgar, the father who had initiated the chess boom in the family; his wife
Klara, who speaks many languages (including all of those I speak); and two little
girls, the younger sisters of Zsuzsa (Susan) Polgar.
Susan Polgar with her little sisters, who are obviously interested in chess
It was during the World Microcomputer Chess Championship, and I spoke at length
with Susan. I asked her about her cute little sisters. "Do they also play
chess?" She smiled and answered simply "Sure." Later I invited
Susan to play a game against one of the strongest chess programs in the world
at the time. "Let my sisters play," she said.
And play they did, against the Fidelity computer that went on to win the Word
Micro. I was called away before the first game ended. After two games I returned
and asked Fidelity programmer Kathe Spracklen (operating the program in the
picture above), tongue-in-cheek, whether the girls had beaten the computer.
"Of course not," she replied, "they did not beat it. How could
you imagine that? They are just babies. No, they did not beat it, they murdered
it, they tore it to little pieces, they chewed it up and spat out the pieces,
they massacred the thing!" Never before or since have I seen a chess
programmer so flushed with pleasure at the defeat of his or her program.
The picture on the left appeared on the cover of a German
computer chess magazine. It shows Sophie Polgar playing the runner-up
Mephisto computer, with Judit and her father (standing on the left) watching.
"So they are very strong players?" I said to
Susan, after seeing them defeat the world's best computers.
"Yes, especially the little one," she answered.
"Watch out for her, she will be the strongest of the three of us!"
In the following years I was in Budapest a number of times, almost always staying
in the Polgars' flat. I slowly began to see that Judy was really something special.
I remember late one night when Susan was analysing with a trainer, a strong
IM. They reached an endgame and could not figure out how to play it. "There
is some trick here," said the IM. So they woke up Judit and carried the
girl into the training room. Judy, still half asleep, showed them the win and
was put back into her bed.
A few years later we went to see FIDE president Florencio Campomanes in his
hotel suite in Budapest. The Polgars were having a lot of trouble with the Hungarian
Chess Federation, so that the meeting has somewhat touchy overtones. To break
the ice Campo suggested some blitz games, where he has a fair reputation.
László Polgar offere him blindfold games against his youngest
daughter. Judit sat with her back to the board, streching her hand behind her
to operate the clock. László dictated Campo's moves to Judit,
who at the time spoke only Hungarian. They played two or three games in this
fashion. If you want to know the result, look carefully at Campo's face and
see Kathe Spraklen's memorable quote above.
Ping-Pong players Susan, Sophia and Judit Polgar
The three Polgar girls were also keen table tennis players. The first time
I played against Judit I managed to win. The look on her face was unequivocal:
I'm gonna come back and I'm gonna kill you, buddy. She started taking lessons
from a professional and the next time I faced her she pulled out a devastating
top spin. The result: once again cf. Kathy Spracklen above.
For a long time I was only able to communicate with Judy with tickles and shoves.
A common dialog during walks along the Danube River in Budapest went as follows:
Susan: "Stop it, Judit, behave yourself!"
Judit: "But he started it! I'm just fighting back."
All of this in Hungarian. Then one day, in May 1989, the four Polgar women
(Klara and her daughters) visited my home south of Hamburg. And Judit beamed
at me: "I can speak English now, Frederic." She spoke an unambitious
but expressive English. Since then we have been real friends.
It was a lovely summer in 1989, and the two younger sisters Judit and Sophia
spent much of their visit in a hammock in the garden, reading Hungarian teeny
Of course Judit was equally ambitious in garden badminton.
Sophie and Judy in the typical position for watching TV
Sometimes the three Polgars experimented with my chess computers, which had
of course in the meantime become very much stronger.
There is one story that must be told. At the time of that visit my son Martin
had a white rat, appropriately named Basil.
It was a gentle creature, but all the Polgars were terrified of it. Except Judit,
who would take Basil up and try to force her sisters and her mother to pet it.
Judit and Sophia on the garden terrace, with Martin and Basil the rat
If you look carefully you can see the obvious affection between Judy and Basil
Well, Basil was used to certain rituals. Every morning when Martin came down
for breakfast he would give Basil a morsel of rat food. You know, a piece of
leftover pizza, salami or a Dorito chip. Basil would eagerly wait for this treat,
pacing around in its cage in anticipation. The animal had, however, one concern
in life: that one day its owner would stick the food into the cage and then
suddenly change his mind and pull it out again. So when it appeared between
the bars Basil would grab it with both front legs and teeth, and actually lie
on its back until Martin moved away and the coast was clear to roll over and
enjoy the treat.
One morning it was Judit who came down first. She went over to Basil and, with
the words "Hello little ratty", she stuck her finger into the cage.
The rest is too grusome to narrate. Just that Judy put a plaster over the wound
and was convinced that she was going to die. But she never told anyone what
had happened, only the next day, when it became obvious that she would live
and the bite was not so bad after all.
In closing here's an interesting picture from 1993 – Judit playing against
an early version of Fritz on a notebook, with some Indian dude watching. Judit
managed to lose one of the games, upon which the Indian GM grabbed me and physically
pinned me to the floor. He kept shouting "Quick, Judit, press Ctrl-N",
while I shouted "Press Ctrl-S, press Ctrl-S!". Unfortunately she pressed
Oh, yes, ten years later the two are playing a rapid
chess match against each other.
Judit today, at the top of the chess world.