champion godfather

Chapter 876
Nottingham Forest really succeeded in defending the title, which made another person feel like sitting on pins and needles.

When the Forest players had a day off, Carl Speck woke up from bed early in the morning and fell into a bad mood.From the end of yesterday's game to now, his mobile phone has been turned off, and he doesn't want anyone to disturb him, because when he turns it on, he will definitely receive many calls from the media, asking him when he plans to fulfill his promise.

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

He has no time to regret why he bet with Tang En in the first place, he has to rack his brains to find a way to avoid making such a fool.

At this moment, he heard the doorbell.

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

"Uh, I am."

Spike had just woken up not long ago, his clothes hadn't been fully dressed, his beard hadn't been shaved, and his bleary-eyed appearance looked haggard.

"There's something for you."

The courier pointed to a large box behind him.

Spike could already guess what was in there.Because if Tang En lost the league championship, he would also receive such a package at his door, but the sender had to switch it up.

At that moment, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and then he was about to deny it flatly: "Uh, I'm not..."

Before he could say anything, he saw more than a dozen journalists holding cameras and video cameras suddenly appearing in the nearby flower garden, and took a quick shot of him.

Someone raised a microphone and yelled at him: "Mr. Carl Spike! Talk about your thoughts! Nottingham Forest has won the championship..."

Tang En this bastard!

Spike cursed viciously in his heart.He was not a fool, he knew that the courier and the reporter ambushing next to his residence must have been arranged by Tang En, and he seemed to see himself making a fool of himself.

Now he can't deny his identity.

The courier was also taken aback by the reporters who appeared out of nowhere. He looked back at the situation behind him and laughed again.He is a fan, and he understands the grievances between Carl Spike and Tony Twain.

"Mr. Carl Spike, please sign for it." He suppressed a smile and turned to Spike.

Denying his identity is not feasible, Spike can only honestly take the order and sign his name.

The courier didn't intend to help Spike carry the box into the house - Spike really wanted to do so, so that the media at the door would not be able to 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 so heavy that he couldn't carry it by himself.After trying a few times, he looked helplessly at the smiling and watching reporters. These people would never come up to help.

"Why don't you take it apart and have a look, Mr. Spike?" a reporter asked loudly.

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

"If it wasn't for the table, we wouldn't be interested in doing it here..."

Spike's face was uncertain, and the sender's name was written on the list. What else could Tony Twain send other than a table?
The reporters, who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, kept booing, and they must let Spike open the box in person.

Spike finally admits defeat, there is no escape from this disaster anyway...

He slowly unpacked it, and to his surprise, the first thing he saw was not a wooden or metal table, but a huge cake box.

what is this?
Spike stared blankly at the box exuding the aroma of cream, and the reporters didn't expect this to be inside the box.

Could it be that Tang En ordered an extra-large cake for Spike?
Spike had already thought of something, he quickly lifted the lid of the cake box, and then he looked at the things inside and laughed - as expected.

A chocolate cream cake in the shape of a table, the size of a real table, exudes a rich aroma of cream and chocolate in the morning air.

Even the reporters ten paces away could smell it.They looked at each other, a little puzzled - if Tony Twain wanted to make Spike look bad, why did he send an edible "table" to Spike to go down the steps?

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

That was so boring!
Ferguson has retired, Wenger intends to resign, and Mourinho is gone forever. Now that Carl Spike and Twain are about to reconcile, are journalists like them allowed to live?

No matter what those reporters think, Carl Spike is in a very good mood now, almost as comfortable as if he had held in his stool all night and passed it out after getting up early in the morning.He smelled the tempting aroma from the cake, and suddenly felt a little hungry—it was time for breakfast.

"Ha, great cake!" Spike laughed, rubbing his hands together, looking up at the reporters. "Want to have breakfast, guys?"

The reporters shook their heads with unkind expressions on their faces—this was not what they wanted to see.Now they just waited for Spike to take a bite of the "table" and left after taking pictures and videos, but they didn't have the intention to eat breakfast with him here.

Spike was not in a hurry, he went back to the house to make a glass of milk, then tied a napkin around his neck, and reappeared in front of everyone with a knife and fork in his hand.

"It's a pity...I can't finish eating such a big cake by myself..." He still pretended to be sorry on his face, and the expression really made the reporters grit their teeth.

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

Dear Mr. Carl Spike:
The best chocolate cream cake ever, hope you like it.I also hope to take this opportunity to express my goodwill to you, and to cancel all our previous grievances.Our fight is just to show those reporters a good show, you and I are all clowns in their eyes.did you see themThey should be right in front of you, right?Look at their eyes, it must be the same when you go to the circus to see clowns, right?We don't have to sacrifice ourselves to entertain them.Finally, I apologize for my previous remarks to you.

Your dearest friend Tony Dunn.

Tony Twain actually took the initiative to show weakness!

This is such a sensational news that Spike has decided to show it off on his own show.Although he was forced to eat the "table", it would be fine if he could save a little face in this way... At the same time, he was thinking—maybe Tony Twain wasn't that annoying...

After wiping the card and putting it in his pocket, Spike began to eat with a smile on his face.He cut off a piece of cake with a knife and held it with a fork in front of his open mouth.

The reporters cooperated very well with their cameras and video cameras, and took photos and shots of him "eating the table".

After the reporters finished filming, Spike put the cake into his mouth. While chewing, he gave a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows. Although he couldn't speak, he praised the deliciousness of the cake with his facial expressions and movements.

In order to prove that he wasn't putting on an air, he ate several more pieces in a row, and finally he simply ate them with his fingers. After eating, he put his finger into his mouth and sucked it, licking off the chocolate and cream on it.Then he raised his index finger and smiled silly at the reporters.

His expression was really annoying. The reporters felt that they had been tricked by Tang En and Spike.I'm not interested in continuing to watch it anymore, there is no excitement here at all.So everyone packed up their excitement and dispersed one after another.

Only Carl Spike moved a chair very proudly, and continued to sit at the door of his house and eat the "table" sent by Tang En.

Judging by his satisfied expression, it seemed that he wished for a few more waves of reporters to take pictures of him.

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News that Carl Spike was willing to take the bet and eat the table appeared in newspapers, TV stations and the Internet that afternoon.Everyone was amazed to see Spike sitting in front of his door, feasting on the cake table.It was mentioned in the news that Tony Twain specially gave it to Spike, and the audience had the same confusion as the reporters at the time—why did Twain send an edible table to Spike? He didn’t always want to see it. To Spike making a fool of himself?
The media gave their own guesses about this:
"...Maybe Dunn is tired of spitting with Spike, and intends to use this opportunity to reconcile the two."

This explanation is reasonable and many people believe it.

Only a small group of people insisted that it was impossible for Tang En to show weakness and show favor after winning the bet.In their impression, Tony Twain always acted like a good boy when he got cheap, and erected a memorial archway when he became a bitch.If he holds the advantage, the opponent will have to wait for death, and he will not be able to live in peace after death, he will be hung on the city gate and flogged to show the public.He likes to knock his opponent to the ground, step on a billion feet, and keep grinding until the opponent's entire body is trampled into the dirt.

So why is he so hated?He doesn't know how to save face for others, he is arrogant, self-righteous, arrogant, and rampant when he gains power... These negative evaluations of human personality are all concentrated on him, which is really not easy.But there are still many people who like him crazily and pursue him, the reason is very simple - because he is always the winner, he is always qualified to be crazy.

The "eating table" event that everyone was looking forward to ended so painlessly, it was really boring.

Such news has no value for hype, and the media also let Spike go.He can finally turn on his phone again without worrying about the harassment from the media.

The first person to call in when he turned on the phone was the program producer of "Football Things".He smiled and said to Spike: "It seems that you have escaped a disaster, Carl. Okay, don't mention this matter again, and you won't be able to speculate anything of value. Live broadcast tonight, come over and get ready. The end-of-season special, there are a lot of things for you to decide."

Spike hung up the phone and drove out the door contentedly.

The special program at the end of the season, the championship is the highlight.Nottingham Forest, which won the championship, will inevitably take up more program time.Fortunately, Tang En gave him a step down this morning, and he was in a good mood, so he decided to give Tang En a face by not satirizing the new league champion in the program tonight.

Well, it’s better to congratulate Nottingham Forest pretending to be sincere, although he intends to focus on the game between Arsenal and Manchester City, because this game is the highlight of the league championship.As for the match between Forest and Sunderland, there is no suspense, and there is nothing worthy of attention.

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After fighting his wife for [-] rounds on the bed in the afternoon, Tang En fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until the lights came on.Shania is cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Hearing his footsteps, he said without looking back: "Go and watch TV, dinner will be fine in a while."

"Do you need help?"

"No need." Shania turned her head and smiled at him. "You can take a good rest today, you don't need to do anything."

Tang En 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 day for TV stations, and all kinds of wonderful programs are concentrated at this time.But Tang En was not interested in most TV programs. He held the remote control in his hand and switched channels aimlessly.When you encounter someone who is a little bit interested, stop and look at it, and turn to the channel if you are not interested.

After turning around like this for a while, his mind that had just woken up and was still a little dazed finally gradually woke up.

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

So he switched the channel to Sky Sports.

Then start looking at the watch.

There are still commercials on TV.He had already forgotten about dinner...

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If possible, Carl Spike must have wanted to leave work immediately and rush to the toilet—even though this was his eighth time going to the toilet, he still couldn't hold back the urge to defecate deep in his stomach.

The producer looked at the painful expression on Spike's face with some concern. Of course he knew what happened to his host.I have a bad stomach.But he couldn't help it. This was a live show, and it was impossible to cancel it temporarily because the host had diarrhea.Otherwise sponsors 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: "The broadcast 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 was knocked down outside the door, and Spike's apology as he went away.

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

Spike's face suddenly had an expression of going to 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 on the chair and his stomach was growling.

"...Tony Twain's team won the league championship as they wished...they... well, their championship was very thrilling, until their game was over, the league championship still belonged to Arsenal..."

Careful audience must have noticed that Karl Spike, who used to be eloquent and fast-talking, always overwhelmed doubters in terms of momentum, spoke very slowly today. In their eyes, they can only feel that everyone today is weird and something is wrong, but they can't tell exactly what is wrong.

"...I didn't expect Bendtner's goal at the last moment to help Manchester City draw with Arsenal. Nottingham Forest won the championship in a dramatic way...Here, congratulations to Nottingham Forest..."

Spike gritted his teeth.At the same time, he cursed hysterically, shouting:

"Damn bastard! Tony Twain! What kind of cake did you give me!! You despicable and shameless devil who deserves to go to the [-]th floor of hell and be hacked to pieces! I want to curse you for having no offspring for the rest of your life!!!"

The stomach suddenly made another gurgling sound.Hearing this voice, Spike's face turned green...

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The majority of television viewers won't know why Carl Spike is acting so uncharacteristically 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 came out curiously.Then she saw Carl Spike on the TV screen.

"Yo, that man... Didn't you give him a cake table, why do I think his face is still very ugly?"

Tang En explained to Shania while laughing: "Ah, I ordered that thing a few days early. And you know, there is no refrigerator that can hold such a big cake. The weather has been so bad these days Getting hotter……"

Shania understood, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Ah—Uncle Tony, you are really bad!"

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The next day, Carl Spike angrily criticized Tang En's despicable and shameless tricks in his column, and lamented his tragic experience of diarrhea because of eating a cake that had expired.

But he didn't get much sympathy.

Instead, he became the new laughing stock of England.

There are even meddlesome people who leave a message under his column asking if he pulls his pants down while supporting the show.

Now he is really self-inflicted...

(End of this chapter)