Let me tell you a story…
…a story in which are hidden allusions to the names of no less than sixteen football clubs.
I woke up on the A380 with a pounding headache, so I tossed back a few aspirin and washed them down with a bottle of water. As I was putting the cap back on the bottle the flight attendant stopped by and offered me a candy bar. I couldn’t make up my mind so I took both a Cadbury and a Heath Bar. After the long cab ride back into the city I strolled into the civil service building on Graham Street and headed to my office. I lost track of time while doing my work and suddenly realized that I was going to be late for my meeting at the welfare office in Whitehill. I rushed out of the office so quickly that I almost forgot the Gilbert and Sullivan tickets I’d bought for my girlfriend’s birthday surprise. As I was driving home after the meeting I realized that I should have gone back to my office to fill out my Blue Cross-Blue Shield paperwork, but I decided that I could do it tomorrow. By this time my candy bars had worn off and I realized that I was very hungry. At first I thought I should just wait until I got home and have a salami or baloney sandwich, but then I saw a street vendor, so I parked my care and walked about eighty-four feet over to his cart where I rapidly devoured the small sausages he was selling. While stuffing them into my gullet I noticed a father and his two sons running up and down the sidewalk shooting each other with squirt guns. Well, old or young, I guess boys will be boys. A man standing next to me shouted, “That really angers me, somebody should stop them!” I laughed at him, walked back to my car, and drove the rest of the way home. I came through the door to find my girlfriend finishing up a crossword puzzle. She asked me if I knew what the capital of Vermont was? I knew, of course.
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As always, the answer will be posted next Wednesday.
Good luck!
These are not all West Country amateur teams are they, I can find two of them. This is hard.
No, there are teams from top divisions in numerous European countries, several South American teams, at least one major North American team, and yes, a few from the hinterlands of British footie.
I think I know two off the top of my head – this will be a good one.
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No less than 16? This is messed up – I can only find 13 bits in the story that seem to have any possible relation to something else…time to start guessing!
Perhaps I should have been more clear, EXACTLY 16.
Still a lot. I have 3, maybe. Some of these might become ridiculous stretches when I do send my answer, FYI.
Ah, ever the devious one you are Fuse.
That’s it, I give. I hereby bow before you, your most Royal Evil Highness.