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This is not for me, Clive.
It may work for some, I accept that, and particularly nostalgic Robins fans given its basis is the kit worn by their Liverpool-conquering predecessors of 1994/95.
Alas, that’s not me, and I’m left nothing short of queasy by what is basically an assault on the senses and a test of stomach strength.
The startling purple and lime mix immediately gets the gag reflex twitching a little, and the pattern in the body then adds a lick of dizziness to proceedings.
The lime collar and its matching chest plunge take you to the precipice of full whitey, and before you can reach for the smelling salts, the great big lairy gambling logo dunks you in it, Benson-Phillips-style.
Of course, with shirts this extreme one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Not for me, Clive.
Author: Greg Sykes @SykesGreg
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