Sunday, 2 September 2018

Why I almost feel sorry for Martin Bellamy

By any measurement of a contented life, Martin Bellamy seems to have it all.

Working at the football club he's always supported, fuelled by as much and as varied beer as he wants, all (presumably) under the benevolent eye of a very understanding spouse.  He knows everyone and everyone knows him, and he uses his belligerent charm in the furtherment of the Poppies.

But, he has a fly in his ointment.  A stone in his shoe.  A floater in his jacuzzi.

Those bloody replica shirts!

Last season he had to make weekly excuses for the incredibly s-l-o-w arrival from the Far East of the replica shirts.  How many different ways could he say, "We're still waiting for them!"

Honestly, it looks good....
Then, this season happened.  At least the replica shirts arrived by a ship powered by engines rather than be paddled across the oceans by a one-armed rower.  Hallelujah.

And then people tried the shirts on.

I'll be the first to admit that not all Poppies supporters are the picture of health and vitality.  Plenty of six-packs, but very few SIX-PACKS, if you get my meaning.  Even so, the new shirts are coming up so small that everyone trying to make a purchase was pretty much needing to add a couple of sizes to their usual requirement.  This is OK when you start as a medium, but what do the rest of us do who, on a good day are an XL, and the other 364 days of the year a smidgen larger?

Martin spent the home game with Bedworth swapping and juggling these tiny shirts to try and keep the punters happy.  And he's got similar days to come for the next few home games.....He must really hate replica shirts!

1 comment:

  1. Good article. I will be experiencing a few of these issues as
    well..

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