How times change. When I was younger I once put off joining a local football team for four months because of my football boots. Golas just weren't cool. Rather than risk social humiliation, I waited until Christmas. Santa eventually came with a pair of Adidas boots and I was able to devote my Sunday afternoons in exotically windswept locations like Arbroath losing football matches (normally in double figures) safe in the knowledge that my social credentials were firmly in tact.
Of course, with hindsight, it was stupid to wait for four months. I mean the boots were terrible, my best friend regulary took the piss because somehow they became shinier when exposed to mud,
