Kits for the New Season

No I haven't liked a strip for about 15 years - they are so low in production costs it's ridiculous - My tea towels are better quality and they donlt have any vile logos on them either.

 

I can't understand why anyone buys them.

Yes, support your local club by buying their gear but surely if it's only a local youth league side or something which is trying to scrape together every penny. But surely there's no sensible case for anyone to buy this stuff from a multi-million pound concern?

I find it hard to understand why people think that anyone on a three million quid a year basic wage needs this sort of support and assistance. If anyone feels that they have to financially support a local side then there's plenty of non-league clubs around who are actually in it for the love of the sport.

The last time I bought a shirt was way back in the days of pre-advertising and the world was in black and white, otherwise the only shirts I wore were the ones that I played in.

 

Especially the one in the top left?

 

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Think our strip is pants. We should be turningnout in shirts like the ones Juventus are wearing.
Proper black and White stripes please.

 

Only pants? Is that wishful thinking GLITF?

 

It would be some small consolation to think they were all sporting black and White striped pants. Then at least something about the strip would be traditional.
As it stands, each new kit that's released seems to take us further away from our glorious B&W traditions.
I Want Black and White stripes and l want them now !!

 

Horizontal do?

 

Absolutely superb isn't it.

 

Oh how I'd love a strip that looks like that Juve one

 

Well, why not get the Juventus one to go to the games. To the players on the pitch, and that's the viewpoint that matters, you're in black and white.

The club doesn't need the money so why give them it?

Gosh, I remember in the cash strapped seventies, when we were tripping over uncollected rubbish and unburied bodies in the streets, getting our grandmothers or kindly aunts to knit us scarves for us to take to the matches. That was real supporting and not going to the shack at the end of the stand, which was basically a converted pigeon loft, and buying an insta-supporters kit from the woman with the blue rinse and permanent *** jammed in the corner of her mouth.

We used to buy one shirt and that would be it for half a decade at least and no-one but no-one would ever dream of getting this sort of tat which would have to be replaced at the end of each season. No, we'd get something from somewhere in vaguely the right colours and that would be it.

The bloke whom I blame for all of this is that chap who put those flippity-flappety plastic number wing things on the tie up on the Leeds kit back in about '73. I remember our games master (straight from Casting Central) ripping the piss from one poor lad who got a full Leeds kit for Christmas with those sock tie ups. Looking back I am not sure if he was laughing at the poncey gear, the Leeds strip or the fact that this lad wanted to have his socks pulled up.

But I digress. As I say, if you want black and white and like the Juventus colours then grab them. In my book that's more than acceptable.

Nurse, the meds if you will...

 

Wow, didn't realise the seventies were that bad.

 

THey weren't, they were great. Football in the back alleys, football even in the streets with one lad responsible for shouting "car" (he was the one with NH specs, calipers on his legs and never picked for any team) and, of course, white dog poo and the three day week. Not to mention four months off school because of the gas strike and all the other bits of seventies fun we'd have.

There was proper music in them days, Pans People, my first sexual experience (the Flake adverts on telly) and Saturday nights in front of the telly - home from the match, Doctor Who, Morcombe and Wise, a full film shown on Saturday Night at the Movies which usually featured the likes of John Wayne or John Mills who would do stuff in a proper bloke like manner and certainly nothing involving relationships, followed by Match of the Day and then Parkinson to see Emu attack Mohammed Ali or something.

The seventies were great in some way as long as you avoided British Leyland cars, the Vaux, Fed Ale, fecking disco and instead settled down on a late midweek evening to watch Whispering Bob Harris present The Old Grey Whistle Test and on Saturday your dad would sit next to you to watch Dr Who and nothing to do with Louise Jameson in that costume and, of course, who would ever want to miss Messrs Carter and Regan sort out London's villans.

In lots of ways things were better then than now. We've lost the plot in terms of direction.