Nottingham Forest did manage to defend their title, leaving another man on pins and needles.

When the Forest players have a day off, Karl. Spike wakes up early in the morning in a bad mood. His phone has been off since yesterday's game, and he doesn't want anyone to disturb him, because as soon as he turns it on, he will definitely get a lot of calls from the media, asking when he plans to make good on his promise.

Eating tables?

No kidding! Is that what humans can eat? I'm not a rat!

He didn't have time to regret why he had made a bet with Don in the first place, he had to rack his brains to figure out how to avoid it.

It was at this time that he heard the doorbell ringing.

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

"Uh, I am."

Spike hadn't been out of bed for a long time, his clothes hadn't been fully dressed, his beard hadn't been shaved, and his sleepy eyes looked a little haggard.

"There's something for you."

The courier gestured to a large box behind him.

Spike can already guess what is inside. Because if Donn loses the league title, he will also receive such a package at his doorstep, but the sender will have to be reversed.

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

Before he could say anything, he saw more than a dozen reporters holding cameras and video cameras suddenly appear in the flower garden next to him, shooting at him.

Someone else held up the microphone and shouted at him, "Carl." Mr. Spike! Tell us what you think! Nottingham Forest won the ......"

Donn, bastard!

Spike curses viciously inwardly. He was not a fool, he knew that this courier and the reporter who was ambushed next to his residence must have been arranged by Don En, and he was like seeing himself look foreign.

Now he couldn't deny his identity.

The courier was also startled by the reporters who suddenly appeared, and he looked back at the formation behind him and laughed again. He's a fan and he knows Carl. Spike and Tony. The grudge between the two of Donne.

"Carl. Mr. Spike, please sign for it. He chuckled and turned to Spike.

Denying his identity doesn't work, and Spike has no choice but to honestly take the order and sign his name.

The courier doesn't mean to help Spike carry the boxes into the house - Spike would love to do that so that the media at the door won't see the excitement.

But the courier received the order and turned around and left.

Spike has no choice but to move the box himself, which he finds heavy and he can't hold on his own. After trying a few times, he helplessly looked at the reporters who were smiling and watching the excitement next to him, these people would definitely not come up to help.

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

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

"If it weren't for the table, we'd be interested in being ...... here."

Spike's face is cloudy, and the sender's name is written on the slip, Tony. What else could Don send besides a table?

Fearing that the world will not be chaotic, the reporters keep coaxing and must let Spike open the box in person.

Spike finally throws in the towel, but can't escape the catastrophe anyway......

He slowly unpacked it, and to his surprise, the first thing that caught his eye was not a wooden or metal table, but a large cake box.

What is it?

Spike stares at the creamy box in a daze, and the reporters don't expect it to be this inside.

Could it be that Donn ordered Spike a king-sized cake?

Spike has already thought of something, and he quickly lifts the lid of the cake box, and then he looks at the contents and laughs - as expected.

A one-to-one table the size of a real table is shaped like a chocolate cream cake, and it also exudes a rich cream and chocolate aroma in the early morning air.

Even the reporters who were ten paces away could smell it. They looked at each other, a little confused - if Tony. If Don wants to make Spike look ugly, why would he send Spike an edible "table" to the bottom of Spike's steps?

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

That's so boring!

Alex Ferguson has retired, Arsene Wenger has the intention of returning to the field, Mourinho is gone, and now Karl. Spike and Don are going to reconcile, and don't let them live as journalists?

Whatever those reporters think, Carl. Spike is in a good mood right now, almost like he had been holding his stool all night and then getting out of bed in the morning. He smelled the tantalizing aroma of the cake and suddenly felt a little hungry - it was time for breakfast.

"Hah, a great cake!" Spike rubbed his hands together and laughed, looking up at the reporters, "Would you like to have breakfast together, guys?" ”

The reporters shook their heads, expressions on their faces unkind — not what they wanted to see. They just wait for Spike to take a bite of the "table" and take pictures before leaving, but they don't have the heart to spend breakfast with him.

Spike is not in a hurry, he goes back to the house to make a glass of milk, then ties a napkin around his neck, and reappears in front of everyone with a knife and fork in hand.

"It's a shame...... I can't eat such a big cake alone......" He pretended to regret on his face, and that expression really made the reporters grit their teeth, it was really cheap and good.

When he was about to enjoy the cake, he noticed that there was a card next to the cake. It's Tony. Written by Donn's own hand.

Dear Karl. Mr. Spike:

The best chocolate cream cake, hope you like it. I would also like to take this opportunity to show you kindness and write off all our previous grievances. We're just putting on a show for those reporters, and you and I are clowns in their eyes. Do you see them? They should be right in front of you, right? Look at their eyes, you must be looking at the clown when you go to the circus, right? We don't have to sacrifice ourselves to entertain them. Finally, I apologize for my previous remarks to you.

Your dearest friend Tony. Dawn.

Tony. Don took the initiative to show weakness!

This is sensational news, and Spike has decided to show it off on his show. Although he was forced to eat the "table", it was okay to save a little face in this way...... At the same time, he was thinking—maybe Tony. Don wasn't that nasty......

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

The reporters were very cooperative in raising their cameras and video cameras and taking photos and shots of him "eating the table".

After the reporters finished filming, Spike put the cake in his mouth, and as he chewed, he gave a thumbs up, raised his eyebrows, and praised the deliciousness of the cake with his expressions and movements, although he couldn't speak.

In order to prove that he was not pretending, he ate several pieces in a row, and finally simply ate them with his hand, and after eating, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked, licking off the chocolate and cream stained on it. Then he raised his index finger and silly at the reporters.

His expression was so disgusting that the reporters thought they had been tricked by Donn and Spike. I'm not interested in continuing to watch, there's no excitement here at all. So everyone gathered up their agitation and dispersed.

Only Karl. Spike proudly moves a chair and continues to sit at the door of his house to eat the "table" that Donn has given him.

Looking at his satisfied and smug expression, it seemed that he wished for a few more waves of reporters to shoot him.

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Karl appeared in newspapers and television stations and on the Internet that afternoon. News that Spike is willing to gamble and lose the table. Everyone is amazed to see Spike sitting in front of his house and feasting on the cake table. Tony mentioned it in the news. Don gave it to Spike, and the audience was just as confused as the reporters at the time - why did Donn send Spike an edible table, didn't he always want to see Spike make a fool of himself?

The media have given their own speculation about this:

“…… Perhaps Don is tired of spitting on Spike and intends to take this opportunity to reconcile the two. ”

This explanation is plausible, and many people believe it.

Only a small minority insisted that Don couldn't have taken the initiative to show weakness after winning the gamble. In their impressions, Tony. Don En always gets cheap and sells well, and he has to set up an archway when he is a bitch. If he has the advantage, then his opponent will have to wait for death, and if he dies, he will not be able to live in peace, and he will be hung on the city gate and whipped in public. He likes to knock his opponent to the ground, step on hundreds of millions of feet, and keep crushing until his opponent is trampled into the dirt.

So why is he so hated? He doesn't know how to save some face for others, he is arrogant and conceited, self-righteous, empty-eyed, and rampant when he gains power...... It's not easy for these negative evaluations of human surnames to focus on him alone. But there are still a lot of people who are crazy about him and chase him, for the simple reason - because he is always the winner, he is always qualified to be crazy.

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

Such news has no hype value, and the media has spared Spike. He was finally able to turn his phone back on without worrying about the media.

The first person to call in when I turned on my phone was the producer of "Football These Things". He grinned at Spike and said, "Looks like you got away with it, Carl." Okay, don't mention this matter again, and you won't be able to stir up anything of value. Live in the evening, you come and prepare, the end-of-season special, there are a lot of things you need to decide. ”

Spike hung up the phone and drove out satisfied.

A special at the end of the season, where the championship is the highlight. Nottingham Forest, who won the championship, will inevitably take up more time in the program. Fortunately, Don gave him a step down this morning, and he was in a good mood, so he decided to say a few less sarcastic words about the new league champion in the evening on the show, and also give Don a face.

Well, it's better to pretend to congratulate Nottingham Forest, although he intends to focus on the match between Arsenal and Manchester City, as it is the game that will decide the league title. And there is no suspense in the game between Forest and Sunderland, there is nothing to pay attention to.

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After 300 rounds of fighting with his wife in bed in the afternoon, Don fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until the lights were on. Shania is cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Hearing his footsteps, he said without looking back: "You go watch TV, dinner will be good for a while." ”

"Want to help?"

"No, you don't." Shania smiled back at him. "You can rest well for the day today, and you don't have to do anything."

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

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

It's the prime time of the day, and all kinds of exciting programs are concentrated at this time. But Don is not interested in most TV shows, he holds the remote control in his hand and changes the channel aimlessly. If you are a little interested, stop and take a few looks, and then turn the table if you are not interested.

After a while, his mind, which had just woken up and was still a little confused, finally gradually came to his senses.

He thought of something. It's a big deal.

So he switched the channel to Sky's sports channel.

Then start looking at the watch.

Commercials are still playing on TV. He's forgotten about dinner......

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Carl, if you can. Spike must be tempted to leave his work and flush into the toilet - even though it's his eighth time on the toilet, he still can't hold back the urge to poop deep in his stomach.

The producer looked at Spike with some concern on his face in pain, he certainly knew what was wrong with his host. I have a bad stomach. But he can't help it, this is a live show, and it can't be canceled temporarily because the host has diarrhea. Otherwise, the sponsor will eat him raw.

"I'm fine, I'm fine......" Spike continues to work on the evening's manuscript.

The producer patted him on the shoulder: "It's going to start soon, you can go again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Spike rushed out.

Outside the door, the screams of a lady who had been knocked down, and Spike's apology for leaving.

When Spike appears in front of the producer with a tired look on his face, the producer doesn't say anything, just pats him on the shoulder and signals that it's time for him to go out.

Spike's face suddenly has an expression of going to the execution ground, and he gritted his teeth and resolutely walked into the studio.

When he started to host the show in front of the camera, with a sneer of his customary surname, his lower body was moving around in his chair, and his stomach was growling.

“…… Tony. Donn's side won the league title as they wished...... They...... Well, their title was very thrilling, until their game was over, and the league title still belonged to Arsenal......"

Attentive viewers must have noticed that Karl, who speaks quickly and always overwhelms the doubters in terms of momentum. Spike is slow to speak today, trying to make it look like he's being thoughtful, but in the eyes of the audience, they just think he's weird and wrong today, but they can't tell what is wrong.

“…… I didn't expect Bendtner to be in ...... A late goal helped Manchester City hold Arsenal to a draw. Nottingham Forest Drama won the title...... Here, congratulations to Nottingham Forest......"

Spike gritted his teeth. At the same time, he was scolding and shouting in psychological hysteria:

"Damn bastards! Tony. Dawn! What kind of cake are you giving me!! You despicable and shameless demon who deserves to be cut by a thousand knives in the eighteen layers of hell! I'm going to curse you for having no offspring for the rest of your life!! ”

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in my stomach. Spike's face turns green at the sound of this......

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The vast majority of TV viewers will not know about Karl. Why is Spike so unusual tonight? But there is one person who must know, because he is laughing in front of the TV.

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

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

Don laughed and explained to Shania, "Ah, I ordered that thing a few days early. And you know, no refrigerator can fit such a big cake. It's getting hotter and hotter these days......"

Shania understood, and a playful smile appeared on her face: "Ahhh ”

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The next day, Carl. In his column, Spike angrily lashes out at Donn's despicable and shameless tricks, and laments his harrowing experience of having diarrhea after eating past-dated cakes.

But he didn't get much sympathy.

Instead, he became the new laughing stock of all England.

There were even well-wishers who left a message under his column asking if he had pulled his pants in support of the show.

Now he really can't live on his own......

(To be continued)