"You've bought another old shirt!?" I hear this sentence a lot in my household. Usually while I'm stood clutching a sealed plastic bag freshly delivered by the postman containing, yes, another old shirt that I've bought online.
Worst is when I've been beaten to the door by my fiance and she's accepted delivery before I've had the chance to intercept the postman and discreetly hide my new purchase among the dozens of other old shirts in my collection.
"My name's Matthew and I'm a football shirt obsessive".
