KentBlue
Well-Known Member
Probably like me you can remember your very first replica shirt. You can remember everything about tearing open the cellophane wrapping and hugging this wonderfully iconic piece of fabric to your chest, and sighing like a love-lorn schoolgirl with a crush on the current pop star of the day.
I remember I couldn't wait to put mine on and play with the other kids in the rec. I so wanted to be Mike Doyle it wasn't true.
Now all these years later, after decades and decades of abusing my system with beer and Indian takeaways and generally leading a slothful existence, the next shirt will have to be in comparable size to a marquee to fit my wonderfully bloated abdomen. But even though I'm fat and old I'm still looking forward to getting my new shirt. I just know I shall still feel the same sense of wonderment as I did when I was a boy.
I remember I couldn't wait to put mine on and play with the other kids in the rec. I so wanted to be Mike Doyle it wasn't true.
Now all these years later, after decades and decades of abusing my system with beer and Indian takeaways and generally leading a slothful existence, the next shirt will have to be in comparable size to a marquee to fit my wonderfully bloated abdomen. But even though I'm fat and old I'm still looking forward to getting my new shirt. I just know I shall still feel the same sense of wonderment as I did when I was a boy.