Like a Cool Summers Breeze

The final board read and more than 11,000 sat in the pot waiting to be claimed.

Mike Summers decided to fire a bet of 7,800 into the middle to try and do just that, but his opponent tanked long and hard while contemplating his options.

Eventually, after shooting a glance or three over to Summers, and counting out the calling chips to assess the damage should he call and lose, the man uncapped his cards and slid them to the dealer.

"How do you fold there?," asked Summers as he dragged the pot with a smile. "I bet so much to get you to call."

Although we never saw his cards to confirm the subtle boast, Summers planted the seed in his opponent's mind heading into the dinner break.