

Part time fans are so annoying to die hard ones. They jump on the band wagon only to step right off - (once all the fun has been had). Phony, just like fair-weather friends.
But who cares? Not me. I am dispassionate about football until the World Cup rolls around every four years. Japan hosted the tournament when I worked at the Evening Standard, senior figures allowed us to rock up late to work on the days that England played (as most matches took place at 7am). So sweet of the middle aged back-bench men to understand our need to watch the World Cup. But a cushty late start wasn’t the only draw for me - I am properly in to it. Right up until England are out.
The befall of any global event creates a throng of merchandisers keen to jump on any wagon with wheels. Most of the yield is pretty shite. But, of course, there is always the creme de la creme. This time it comes in the form of vintage-y T-Shirts by Dirty Youth (left), exclusive at Harvey Nichols; and Nike’s World Cup kits - made from 100% recyeled bottles (right).
It is predicted that worldwide broadcastings of the Brazil matches, featuring fans in their vibrant yellow shirts, will constitute record breaking coverage for any one fashion item. So clever. Trust England to have a white kit.