a replica football shirt marks you out as immature
It’s bizarre because, well, it’s bizarre. Come on, you know it is. Why in the name of Des Lynam don’t these eejits support their local teams in the flesh Bohs, Shelbourne, whoever instead of chanting at the pub telly in a put on English accent?
But this post colonial identity crisis isn’t the most depressing thing about the story. That would be the fact that grown men wear sports jerseys: in public, without shame.
This is simply unpardonable, and it doesn’t matter what sport. There are only three occasions when it’s acceptable for an adult to wear a replica shirt. five a side, going to the gym, having sex with a Tory MP). Second, you’re physically attending a gamealthough many hardliners feel even this is going too far, and a discreet wristband or neck tie in your team’s colours should suffice for any self respecting grown up.cheap jerseys
And third, you’re not an adult at all but a nine year old boy, in which case best of luck to you. Oh, and also: get ready for a lifetime of bitter heartache sporting fandom is a cruel and capricious mistress.
Otherwise, wearing a replica has the opposite effect to the one intended (which is making you believe you have some sort of connection to the player whose name is splashed across your upper back).
Cristiano Ronaldo is a multimillionaire superstar with a body like a Classical statue and teeth that cost more than Portugal’s GNP. You, on the other hand, are a fat twat squeezed into a scrap of acrylic made for a few cents and flogged to gullible chumps at a 6000% mark up.
Wearing a replica shirt to the pub, the shop, your wedding, whatever marks you out as immature. A bit simple, even. Not really someone to be taken seriously. And going “full kit” throwing on togs and socks too makes you as a likely candidate for institutionalisation.
Almost as childish is this thing of middle aged men wearing combats, hoodies and t shirts to the school musical or family dinners. It may not be formal dress as such, but you’re in your forties, for God’s sake wear jeans and a shirt with a collar, at least.