Godfather Of Champions

Nottingham Forest really successfully defended its title, which made another person feel like sitting on pins and needles.

When the Forest players took a day off, Karl Spike got up early in the morning and fell into a bad mood. Since the end of the game yesterday, his mobile phone has been turned off, and he doesn't want anyone to disturb him, because he will receive many calls from the media when he turns it on, asking him when he plans to fulfill his promise.

Eat the table?

Do not make jokes! Is that something humans can eat? I am not a mouse!

He didn't have time to regret why he had bet with Dunn in the first place. He had to rack his brains to figure out how to avoid this foolishness.

At this moment, he heard the doorbell.

An employee of a courier company stood at the door and smiled at him: "Mr. Karl Spike?"

"Uh, I am."

It wasn't long before Spike got up, his clothes were not neatly dressed, his beard was not shaved, and his sleepy eyes looked a little haggard.

"There is something for you."

The courier pointed to a large box behind him.

Spike could already guess what was inside. Because if Dunn lost the league championship, he would also receive such a package at his door, but the sender would have to reverse it.

At that moment there was a flash of anger on his face, and then he would deny: "Uh, I am not..."

Before I could say anything, I saw a dozen reporters holding cameras and video cameras popping up in the flower garden next to him, snapping at him.

Someone shouted at him with a microphone: "Mr. Karl Spike! Talk about your thoughts! Nottingham Forest won the championship..."

Dunn this bastard!

Spike cursed viciously in his heart. He is not a fool. He knows that the courier and the reporter who is lying next to his residence must have been arranged by Dunn. He seems to be making a fool of himself.

Now he can't deny his identity.

The courier was also taken aback by the reporters who suddenly appeared. He looked back at the formation behind him and laughed again. He is a fan, and he understands the grudge between Carl Spike and Tony Dunn.

"Mr. Karl Spike, please sign for it." He suffocated a smile and turned his head to say to Spike.

Denying his identity does not work, Spike can only honestly take the list and sign his name.

The courier didn't mean to help Spike carry the box into the house-Spike really wanted to do so, so that the media at the door would not see the excitement.

But the courier turned around and left after receiving the order.

Spike had no choice but to carry the box by himself. He found that the box was heavy, and he couldn't hold it alone. After trying a few times, he looked helplessly at the reporters who were smiling and watching the lively, these people would never come up to help.

"Why not take a look, Mr. Spike?" a reporter asked loudly.

"If it's a table, it's more convincing to eat it here."

"If it's not a table, we are not interested in suffering here..."

Spike’s face was uncertain, and the sender’s name was written on the list. What else could Tony Dunn send besides the table?

The reporters, who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, kept clamoring, and must let Spike open the box in person.

Spike finally surrendered, and he couldn't escape the catastrophe anyway...

He slowly opened the package, and what surprised him was that the first thing that caught his eye was not a wooden or metal table, but a huge cake box.

what is this?

Spike looked at the creamy box in a daze, and the reporters didn't expect this to be in the box.

Did Dunn order Spike a king-size cake?

Spike had already thought of something, he quickly opened the lid of the cake box, and then he looked at the contents and laughed-as expected.

A table-shaped chocolate cream cake that compares the size of the real table with a rich cream and chocolate fragrance in the morning air.

Even reporters ten steps away can smell it. They looked at each other, a little bit confused-if Tony Dunn wanted to make Spike embarrassed, why did he send an edible "table" to Spike down the steps?

Did the two of them decide to use this opportunity to reconcile?

That's so boring!

Ferguson retired, Wenger meant to resign and return to the field. Mourinho is gone forever. Now Karl Spike and Dunn are going to reconcile, let them not let the journalists live?

No matter what the reporters think, Carl Spike is in a good mood now, as if he had been holding back his stool all night and was discharged smoothly after getting up early in the morning. He smelled the tempting aroma of the cake, and suddenly felt a little hungry—it was time for breakfast.

"Ha, great cake!" Spike rubbed his hands and laughed. He looked up at the reporters. "Want to have breakfast together, guys?"

The reporters shook their heads, with unkind expressions on their faces-this was not the scene they wanted to see. They only waited for Spike to take a bite of the "table" and left after taking pictures, but they didn't want to accompany him to breakfast here.

Spike was not in a hurry. He first went back to the house to make a glass of milk, then tied a napkin around his neck and reappeared in front of the crowd holding a knife and fork.

"It's a pity...I can't finish eating such a big cake..." His face was still pretending to be sorry. The expression really made reporters gritted his teeth. It's really cheap and good.

When he was about to enjoy the cake, he realized that there was a card beside the cake. It was written by Tony Dunn himself.

Dear Mr. Carl Spike:

The best chocolate cream cake, hope you like it. I also hope to take this opportunity to show goodwill to you and to wipe out our previous grievances. When we fight, we just show the reporters a good show. You and I are clowns in their eyes. Did you see them? They should be right in front of you, right? You look at their eyes, you must have this look when you go to the circus to see the clown, right? We don't have to sacrifice ourselves to entertain them. Finally, I apologize for what I said to you before.

Your dearest friend Tony Dunn.

Tony Dunn took the initiative to show weakness!

This is really sensational news, and Spike has decided to show it off on his show. Although he was forced to eat the "table", he could save a bit of face in this way...At the same time, he was thinking-maybe Tony Dunn is not that annoying...

After wiping the card and putting it in his pocket, Spike started eating with a smile on his face. He cut a piece of cake with a knife, then put it in front of his open mouth with a fork.

The reporters raised their cameras and video cameras very cooperatively, and took photos and shots of him eating the table.

After the reporters finished filming, Spike put the cake in his mouth, chewing, thumbs up and raised eyebrows, although he could not speak, he praised the deliciousness of the cake with expressions and actions.

In order to prove that he was not pretending, he ate a few more pieces, and finally he ate it directly with his hands. After eating, he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked, licking off the chocolate and cream. Then he raised his index finger, silly to the reporters.

His expression was really begging, and the reporters felt that they were being fooled by Dunn and Spike. I'm not interested in watching it anymore, there is no excitement at all here. So everyone gathered up their arousal and dispersed one after another.

Only Karl Spike moved a chair very proudly, and continued to sit at the door of his house eating the "table" that Dunn had sent him.

Seeing his satisfied look, it seemed as if he was eager to come and take pictures of him in more waves.

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News of Karl Spike's willingness to bet and lose was appeared in newspapers and TV stations and on the Internet that afternoon. Everyone was surprised when they saw Spike sitting in front of their door feasting on the cake table. It was mentioned in the news that Tony Dunn specially gave it to Spike. The audience was as confused as the reporters at the time. Why would Dunn give Spike an edible table? He didn't always want to see it. Was it embarrassing to Spike?

The media gave their own guesses on this:

"... Maybe Dunn is tired of spitting out with Spike and intends to take this opportunity to reconcile the two."

This explanation is reasonable, and many people believe it.

Only a small group of people insisted that Dunn could not take the initiative to show weakness after winning the game. In their impression, Tony Dunn always got cheap and sold well, and even set up an archway when he became a bitch. If he holds the advantage, his opponent will have to wait to die, and if he is dead, he will not be able to live, and he will be hung on the city gate and lashed out. He likes to knock his opponent to the ground, and then step on hundreds of millions of feet, and continue to grind until the opponent is stepped into the mud.

So he is so hateful? He didn't know how to save some face to others, he was arrogant, self-righteous, pretentious, and arrogant when he gained power... These negative evaluations of human character are concentrated on him, and it is not easy. But there are still many people who like him crazily to chase him, the reason is very simple-because he is always a winner, he is always qualified to be crazy.

The "table-eating" event that everyone was looking forward to came to an end so painlessly, it was really boring.

This kind of news has no value for hype, and the media have also let go of Spike. He can finally turn on the phone again without worrying about harassment by the media.

The first person to make a call after turning on the phone was the producer of "These Things About Football". He smiled and said to Spike: "It looks like you have escaped, Carl. Okay, don't talk about it anymore, and you can't get anything of value. For the live broadcast at night, come and prepare. For the special program at the end of the season, there are many things you need to decide."

Spike hung up and drove out contentedly.

In the special program at the end of the season, the championship is the highlight. The winning Nottingham Forest will inevitably take up more show time. Fortunately, Dunn gave him a step down this morning. He was in a good mood, so he decided to ridicule a few of the new league champions in the show at night, and also gave Dunn a face.

Well, let’s pretend to be sincere congratulations to Nottingham Forest, although he intends to focus on the Arsenal and Manchester City game, because this game is the main event in determining the league champion. There is no suspense in the forest team and Sunderland game, nothing to pay attention to.

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After three hundred rounds of fighting with his wife in bed in the afternoon, Tang En fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until the dawn of Hua Deng. Shania is making dinner in the kitchen.

Hearing his footsteps, he said without looking back: "Go watch TV. Dinner will be fine later."

"Do you need help?"

"No." Shania turned her head back and smiled at him. "Today you will have a good rest and do nothing."

Dunn smiled back, left the kitchen obediently, and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

Look at the time, it's almost eight o'clock.

This is the prime time of the TV station during the day, and all kinds of wonderful programs are concentrated at this time. But Dunn was not interested in most TV programs. He held the remote control in his hand and changed channels aimlessly. Whenever you are a little bit interested, stop and take a look, then turn the stage if you are not interested.

After just turning around for a while, his somewhat confused mind finally woke up.

He thought of one thing. This matter is very important.

So he changed the channel to the sports channel of Sky TV.

Then start looking at the watch.

There are still advertisements on TV. He has forgotten about eating dinner...

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If possible, Carl Spike must want to leave work immediately and flush into the toilet-even if this is the eighth time he has gone to the toilet, he still can't hold back the bowels in his stomach.

The producer looked at the pained expression on Spike's face with some worry. Of course he knew what had happened to his host. I have eaten my stomach. But he couldn't help it. This is a live broadcast, and it is impossible to temporarily cancel it because the host has diarrhea. Otherwise, the sponsor will eat him raw.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Spike continued to study the evening's manuscript.

The producer patted him on the shoulder: "It will start soon, you can go again."

As soon as the voice fell, Spike rushed out.

There was also the exclamation of a woman who had been knocked down and an apology of Spike's departure.

When Spike appeared in front of the producer with a tired look, the producer didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder to signal that he should go out.

Spike's face suddenly had an expression on the execution ground. He gritted his teeth and walked into the studio resolutely.

When he started hosting the show with a habitual sneer in front of the camera, his lower body was moving around in the chair, his stomach growling nonstop.

"...Tony Dunn's team won the league championship as they wished...They...well, their championship was very thrilling. Until their game is over, the league championship still belongs to Arsenal..."

The attentive audience must have noticed that in the past Karl Spike, who used to be sharp-edged and spoke very fast, always overwhelmed the doubters from the momentum, spoke very slowly today. He tried to make himself seem to be thinking deeply, but in the audience In our eyes, we only think that everyone is weird and wrong today, but they can't tell what's wrong.

"...Unexpectedly, Bendtner's goal at...the last minute helped Manchester City draw against Arsenal. Nottingham Forest won the championship dramatically...Here, congratulations Nottingham Forest..."

Spike gritted his teeth. At the same time he scolded in psychological hysterics, yelling:

"Damn bastard! Tony Dunn! What kind of cake are you giving me!! You despicable and shameless demon who deserves to go down to eighteen hells and be slashed by thousands of swords! I want to curse you for having no offspring in your life!!!"

Suddenly there was another gurgling noise in my stomach. Hearing this voice, Spike's face turned green...

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The majority of TV viewers will not know why Carl Spike is so abnormal tonight. But one person must know, because he is smiling happily in front of the TV.

"What are you laughing at, Uncle Tony?" Shania heard the laughter and walked out curiously. Then she saw Karl Spike on the TV screen.

"Oh, that guy... didn't you give him a cake table, why do I think his face is still very ugly?"

Dunn laughed and explained to Shania: "Ah, I ordered that thing a few days earlier. And you know, there is no refrigerator that can fit such a big cake. The weather has changed these days. Getting hotter……"

Shania understood, and a good smile appeared on her face: "Ah-Uncle Tony, you are so bad!"

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The next day, Carl Spike angrily attacked Dunn's shameless indecent tricks in his column article, and mourned his tragic experience of having diarrhea because of eating cakes with a shelf life.

But he didn't get the sympathy of many people.

Instead, he became the new laughing stock of England.

There are even good people who left a message under his column to ask if he pulled his pants while supporting the show.

Now he is really doing his own work and can't live... (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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