CHRIS DUNLAVY looks at some of the more colourful – and fanciful – club names
BACK in the day, there was nothing I liked more than a Newcastle kit on Christmas morning.
Actually, that’s a lie. One of them plastic caveman sets with a flimsy spear and bow and arrow was just as good, or a 99p bag of badly-moulded zoo animals. You just can’t get tat like that anymore.
But I digress. The point is that the best shirt in the world was your team’s shirt. The colours, the sponsor, the badge that chafed your nipples – it was the best thing in the world, and yo...