When i first moved to London i remember i was shocked the first time i saw a group of lads on the tube in football shorts, coming back from a game somewhere. I remember thinking that they didn’t belong somehow. London wasn’t for football, it was for fashion, for art; for gays, and smart young career women, and talented young geeks with a hilariously ironic fascination with trash culture. Footballers could have everywhere else, and did. London was for us.
As i grew older and more accustomed to the city’s dull parade, and my ever-increasing loneliness began to outweigh my snobbishness, and my only response when i saw a group of lads in football shorts was to note which ones had nice legs.