The Blackstone Code – Episode 5

The story so far:    Professor Padraig O’Riordan, an expert in football cryptography at the University of Liffey (formerly Dublin Polytechnic), is visiting Preston when the curator of the National Football Museum, Jack Salter, is murdered.  Tara Farmer-Palmer (T F-P), the local constabulary’s football cryptographer, helps O’Riordan to escape from investigating officer, Chief Inspector Freddie Flintoff, in a Chieftain tank.  O’Riordan has worked out that the bizarre clue left by Salter refers to a book by Mike Blackstone and wants to visit ‘Blackstone expert’ Steve Field.  However, Flintoff and his faithful DS, Jeremiah Fuzzyduck, are in pursuit and have notified all officers to be on the look-out for a suspicious tank, so O’Riordan and T F-P have to try evasive tactics.  Now read on…

 

          The Chieftain tank pulled into the lorry park of Lancaster (formerly Forton) Service Station.  T F-P drove past the ranks of Eddie Stobart, Norbert Dentressangle and Willi Betz lorries.  T F-P reversed the tank between an Eddie and a Nobby.

          “Right, what now ?” she asked.

          “Well, we’ll call a taxi and have a coffee while I explain what I think this is about,” replied O’Riordan.

          They clambered out of the tank and headed for the main service area.

 

 

          In the incident room at the National Football Museum, Flintoff was pacing nervously.

          “Why hasn’t anybody reported seeing a tank ?” he barked.  Turning to Fuzzyduck he continued “You said it would be easy.  That’s what a posh University education does for you !  Can’t beat time on the force, son, that’s a real education.  Thank God I’m retiring soon.”

 

 

          O’Riordan obtained the number of A To B Lancaster Taxis (01524 60000) and rang for a cab while he considered whether in his part-time job as a writer of pulp novels he would consider product placement as a way of boosting his income.

          T F-P had got the Ritazza coffees – the green unroasted beans having carefully been piloted by Roastmasters through a flavour transformation creating distinctive, aromatic coffees.  It was early morning and the services were deserted except for a handful of staff.

          “OK,” began O’Riordan “The taxi’ll be here in about a quarter of an hour.  I’ll explain what I think is going on.”

          T F-P looked at him transfixed, as if the last few hours had been all too much for her or she was under the influence of illegal narcotics.

          “Well,” continued O’Riordan.  “You know that when England hosted the World Cup in 1966 the Jules Rimet Trophy was stolen ?”

          “Yes,” said T F-P. “And it was recovered by a cute little dog called Pickles.”

          “Lies.  All lies.  Like the fact that everyone knows the first non-UK side to beat England at home were Hungary in 1953.  When, in reality, it was the Republic of Ireland at Goodison Park in 1949.”

          T F-P looked aghast.  “So what are you saying ?” she inquired.

          “Well, apart from the fact that we remember Puskas, Hidegkuti and Bozsik when it should be Carey, Martin and Farrell, the trophy that was ‘stolen’ from the Sport on Stamps Exhibition at Stampex, the one that was ‘recovered’ by Pickles, was a replica that had been made on Blue Peter by John Noakes out of old gold-top milk bottle tops.”

“And the real trophy ?”

“Hidden by a sinister, underground organisation – the Real Football Association.  The organisation currently masquerading as the Football Association is a front for the Real FA – a precarious world where fact, lore and misinformation had become so intertwined that extracting a truth was almost impossible. Or was that how Dan Brown had described the Knights Templar ?”

O’Riordan paused quizzically for a moment, the pulp author in him realizing that a monologue would not make smooth reading nor a thrilling passage in any film adaptation.

“The Real FA feared that either Brazil or Italy would win the 1966 World Cup and get to keep the Jules Rimet Trophy outright when they believed that the trophy was the English birthright as the inventors and propagators of the game.  So they swapped the Jules Rimet Trophy for the John Noakes Trophy.  Ironically, England won.  Conspiracy theorists believe there is a big clue in the photo of Bobby Moore holding the cup aloft, with Nobby Stiles toothless grin implying false teeth, thus a fake cup.”

“But this is preposterous !” spluttered T F-P.

“I know it sounds unlikely,” explained O’Riordan patiently. “But you must remember that Devon’s Holy Grail, the Devon Professional Bowl – later the St Luke’s Bowl - languished in groundsman Sonny Clarke’s tool shed for most of the Seventies and Eighties.  And besides, Pickles later appeared on Blue Peter.  Why would a football trophy be on display at a stamp exhibition ? And why did a number of those involved, including Pickles – strangled by his own leash whilst chasing a cat, allegedly – die in mysterious circumstances not long afterwards ?”

“But surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep the deception going ?”

“Which is why they had to steal the John Noakes Trophy back again.  The Real FA rigged the 1970 World Cup so that two countries that had won the tournament twice would meet in the Final and keep the Trophy permanently.  Who do you think poisoned Gordon Banks and tried to fit up Bobby Moore over the bracelet ?  In 1966 a Brazilian official had commented that the theft of the trophy was a sacrilege that never would have been committed in Brazil because the country loves football too much, and yet it was apparently stolen in Brazil and apparently melted down.  In fact it was the Real FA reclaiming the John Noakes Trophy to cover up their crime.”

 

 

          Torchlight flickered on the Chieftain tank.

          PCs Dan ‘Fancy’ Smith and David Graham were doing a routine inspection of the lorry park looking for illegal immigrants, overladen lorries, bald tyres, anything to alleviate the boredom of the graveyard shift.  They were a partnership that would be played in a film by a comedy double act, such as Cannon and Ball in their Boys in Blue era before they found God and God got scared and ran away, or a young Brian Blessed and Colin Welland, although the roles would need to be expanded by a decent scriptwriter. 

          “Well, it certainly looks like the missing tank,” said Smith.

          “Fancy, what are the chances,” replied Graham. “That there are two tanks driving around Lancashire in the early hours of the morning ?”

          He clambered atop the vehicle and shone his torch into the tank.  It was empty.

“Pity,” he said. “I haven’t made an arrest in ages.   Better call the station and tell them we’ve found it.”

 

 

          “The conspiracy has been well known for many years,” O’Riordan carried on explaining to T F-P. “But fear of the Real FA and their methods has stopped many people going public with what they know.  Then Mike Blackstone published ‘The Brown Sauce Is Off’, which, devotees allege, contains many clues to the whereabouts of the Jules Rimet Trophy.   And that is why we must visit one of Blackstone’s closest allies, Steve Field.”              

          At that moment a jovial figure entered the Service Station, the sort of person, thought O’Riordan, who would be played in a movie by a stand-up comedian, or even at a push Shane Richie.  “Taxi for O’Riordan,” he called, which was odd as the professor and T F-P were the only two customers in the café. 

“Now,” said O’Riordan.  “We can find out more about this whole thing or whether, as The Specials sang in Pearl’s Café, it’s all a load of bollocks.”

 

To be continued…

Any resemblance of any of the characters to any person, living or dead, particularly Steve Field, is purely coincidental.

Bakery

Whilst walking to work recently, I was approached by a smartly dressed young man carrying advertising flyers outside a new bakery which has opened in the High Street.
    "Good morning, sir," says he. "I own this takeaway, I used to be called Valerie." I have to point out here that I have high tone deafness and in inclement weather conditions do not wear my hearing aids outdoors.  At the time of the conversation, I had no idea what the second part of this sentence could possibly mean.
    Anyhow on the way home I noticed that the shop is called Patisserie Valerie and is at the high/ expensive end of the market.  Hence it provides somewhat of a contrast with the bakery next door - Greggs.