Nothing New
Social football, rails of second-hand shirts, and a few proper conversations about the game.

Mixed teams, bibs over whatever you turned up in, and a pitch that ran all afternoon.
Off to the side there were rails of pre-loved football shirts — Milan, Croatia, Brazil, a hundred others, all carrying somebody else's season. That was the point of the name. Nothing new. Everything with a bit of history on it.
There were talks as well: a couple of chairs, a microphone, and a crowd that actually sat down to listen. Coffee going the whole time. Then handmade trophies on a fold-out table, next to a sign somebody had lettered by hand.

