Cheers from London Town!
Full of beans and hankering for bangers and mash, Man Mulligan’s competitive eating team arrived at Euston station, with fresh-out-of-the-nickname-oven Matchsticks in hand, ready to crack on and devour everything the capital city had to offer.
And, boy, did London deliver. And deliver. And deliver some more.
London delivered so much, in fact, that we wobble out of the country today, full up and two stones—plus, one sticky nickname—for the better.
So, how the bloody hell did our sport-soaking, fact-finding, nickname-contriving mission play out?
See for yourself below!
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