We bought all of it.
The twelfth was never ours to sell.
We were five. We couldn't see anything. The noise came up through his shoulders.
Seven. He lifted us over the turnstile because it was cheaper that way.
Nineteen. Same two seats. We talked about the left back for ninety minutes.
Thirty. He stopped going. We renewed both seats.
In July someone offered $4.2 billion for the rights.
Not for the man behind us. Not for the coat in the rain.
They didn't need those. They priced it knowing we'd renew anyway.
We did. We paid for every part of it.
NOT FOR SALE
and that's what made it worth buying.
A 12 on the back. No name above it.
€45. 100% organic cotton, 180gsm.
It won't change how football is governed.
We're selling something. We'd rather say it than not.
12% of revenue goes to Football Supporters Europe.
A fact about the product, like the fabric weight.
It doesn't make anyone a better person.
One email. The twelfth of each month.
One thing that happened to the game, and what it cost.
No roundups. No milestones.