Almost every family has a World Cup tradition, and ours has always revolved around an Italia ‘90 England home shirt. It was bought before Bobby Robson’s team made it to the semi-finals, and before Gazza’s tears – making it older than me and either of my sisters.
In the Nineties and early Noughties, we’d take it in turns to wear it for matches. These days, whenever a big tournament rolls around, we still battle it out for temporary custody – because what my dad didn’t foresee when he bought this kit 36 years ago was that he wasn’t just repping the Three Lions. He was, in fact, making a pretty savvy fashion investment.
