No club foot ball this weekend for us to get excited/anxious about so I have compiled a little, badly written story containing the names of 36 City footballers. The challenge is to find them. (Disclaimer - there may be more than 36, but only by accident)
Someone will, I am sure, buy me a pint of beer in the Nelson bar. I will eat steak, eel and mash while lapping at my glass of Ruddles best, chuntering of oxen and uea dietary courses. Keep calm or risk the ogre enduring as the club utter worthless platitudes to its energetic rookie players. I shall demur physically and block losers who try to drink all my beer. I take a punt on the club on each match myself, but I still look for the pot of gold at the rainbow end. Lord Sugar had Amstrad, not Wallmart, in his early career but didn't pay nearly as much for it. At first ring Ernie for best alcohol taverns to meet and gossip. But Leroy keeps a jar visible in the free vestibule where a toy gibbon dangles, though looks broken to new customers who hope to secure tons of credit. At beagle was there at first but this gibbons a gift.
Someone will, I am sure, buy me a pint of beer in the Nelson bar. I will eat steak, eel and mash while lapping at my glass of Ruddles best, chuntering of oxen and uea dietary courses. Keep calm or risk the ogre enduring as the club utter worthless platitudes to its energetic rookie players. I shall demur physically and block losers who try to drink all my beer. I take a punt on the club on each match myself, but I still look for the pot of gold at the rainbow end. Lord Sugar had Amstrad, not Wallmart, in his early career but didn't pay nearly as much for it. At first ring Ernie for best alcohol taverns to meet and gossip. But Leroy keeps a jar visible in the free vestibule where a toy gibbon dangles, though looks broken to new customers who hope to secure tons of credit. At beagle was there at first but this gibbons a gift.
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