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This pair are ideal

to wear while watching England play; I can’t see a damn thing out of them, and look at that hinge, you could sit for hours admiring that instead of cringing that they can’t get a corner past the first man. … Continue reading

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The Bonus Fetish Object

The leather tag snaps shut on a magnet. Impossible to improve on that.

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The Sergio Tacchinis

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 … Continue reading

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