They all look fucking ridiculous, like those revivalist teddy boys you’d occasionally see about the seamer parts of towns and cities back in the 80s.
They need to get copped on and do their own thing. Stop trying to be their dads.
I never got the slavish devotion to labels. Best dressed lads I can recall were never about that identity kit nonsense.
Fighting anywhere is a mugs game and I’ll fight anyone who says different.
I’m guessing the Blackpool terror either had a medical condition he was unaware of or bashed his head when he got levelled. The Burnley kid’s life is ruined forever also. Pathetic way to go.
