Tabulation Number of Wins in Major Recurring Chess Tournaments
Among the many tournaments organized, some particularly stand out because of history or category. This tabulation gives an overview of the number of wins in the major recurring chess tournaments and world championship matches.
| Linares (1978) | Wijk aan Zee (1938) | Dortmund (1928) | Tal Memorial (2006) | M-Tel Masters (2005) | Nanjing Super-GM (2008) | London Chess Classic (2009) | Biel (1968) | Fide Grand Prix (2009) | Bilbao Masters (2008) | WC match/tournament | Total won | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Aronian | 1 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 1 | 10 |
See also: Tabulation comparison between current and past major chess-players
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