The flop is 8h 7h 5d and Trotman checks while still stacking that huge amount of chips he's just won. Silke bets 190k and Trotman continues to stack...and still stacking...and still stacking...and he calls. The turn is the 8d and again Trotman checks with Silke instantly firing out 370k, Trotman asks Silke how much he has behind and it's roughly 900k more.
Trotman announces, "I raise all-in."
Silke looks perplexed and slightly upset but then begins to laugh, which is bizarre but then looks at Trotman and says, "Ok, I call."
Trotman shows Qd-6d for the straight and flush draw plus overcard, and Silke shows Kh-7c muttering, "I knew he had a draw...I knew it." Trotman's railers are shouting, "Monster number of outs...Come on!!!"
The river is the 7d completing Trotman's flush and he screams in delight, hugging the equally ecstatic Josh Tyler and John Tabatabai. Martin Silke looks pale as a sheet, but then suddenly sees the real truth, "Full house!" he shouts as the dealer pushes the two sevens and two eights on the board up. Trotman transforms before our eyes and hands on head slumps back into his chair. The Irish in the crowd suddenly pipe up once more and the chip stacks are dead even again.
The question is now whether Trotman can recover from having his victory snatched away at the point of ecstasy or if Silke can manage to maintain his momentum. Either way, pray the limpathon ends.
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