This is the pair for the Wimbledon fortnight. You can feel yourself part of the player entourage, pumping your permatanned fist as your boy hits the trademark backhand winner down the line to save the break point. Tacchini himself was the Italian Tennis Champion of 1960, before branching out into bright horizontally-banded ‘casual’ leisurewear and in so doing inadvertently creating a brand that football hooligans would covet during the peak days of terrace violence. It was Liverpool fans who latched onto the label after noting with approval the threads that their Italian counterparts wore for a face-off and for kicking-it-all-off in during European Cup nights. There was more fake Tacchini on market stalls in the 80s than Bolly washing about the wine bars of EC1.
I bought these about six years ago. They were quite inexpensive. I sometimes wear them at the races for the spiv factor, or otherwise when I’m feeling like I want to give off the image of the white-trash pimp.