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CRAZY EASY SPORTS QUIZ

Put on your thinking caps, rekindle the grey matter ... And GO!!!! 1. Why do teams wear different colours during 'home' and 'away' matches in football? 2. The fans of which famous football club are called 'Los cules' , and why? 3. Sergei Bubka is an Olympic stalwart in which discipline? 4. What were the mascots of the Beijing Olympics? 5. In Motorsport, which contemporary driver goes by the nickname, 'the doctor'?

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