Saturday 12 November 2011

South London's No1

We've got Millwall at home end of the month, which = keeping my head down and wits about me on the journey home (my train goes through New Cross and Surrey Quays, proper bandit country).  It also means I'll get to see geezers dressed as geezers.
Very rarely to do you see smart, well dressed men that aren't wearing what the style pages in a newspaper says you should wear.  I'm talking about the modern football casual uniform of white Reebok classics, straight fit jeans, Ralph Lauren knitwear, Aquascutum scarves and probably a Stone Island or Henry Lloyd jacket.  There's a real classic and very British quality to the look that harps back to the massive sartorial heritage Britain has for practical yet smart attire.
You know they're almost 100% nutter, but there is something admiral about a breed of man that doesn't follow fashion and stays true to his own sense of style and has a massive awareness of the image they are portraying to the rest of the world.  It's pride and showing the world you belong to something and probably not someone to take liberties with.  Yeah there will be a lot of plums dressed like a substitute on the sidelines warming up to come on wearing head to toe official replica merchandise.  But I like to ignore these people as they are sadly afflicted with the disease of having football as their ONLY passion.  Male smartness breeds respect from other blokes, especially when i't the sort of outfits you can't carry off unless you truly are what you dress like, you know what I mean.  Respect to these proud South Londoners, but "you are Millwall! no one likes you, cos your cunts"!



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