It’s The New Kit
I’m encouraging everyone to have a bloomin’ good moan about these new kits. Not that there’s anything particularly amiss with them- bar that repugnant sky-blue number and elements of the navy away which look as if they’ve been plucked from the seat cover of a Focus ST. No, it’s just when the last batch of accoutrement didn’t hit the mark, things turned out rather well. 2009/10 offerings may’ve rendered the wearer’s armpits to resemble a piss-sack, all was soon forgotten once we’d gate-crashed the Top Four and made our own little wedge of history.
So grumble to your heart’s content. I don’t mind if we look like berks. As long as, while we’re doing so, we’re twotting a last-minute winner past Julio Cesar at the San Siro.
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