Well, let’s gab about this “uniforme do Sporting”, you know, the getup them soccer fellas wear. Don’t know much about fancy words, but I know what I see. It’s green and white, mostly. Like, you know, lines… stripes they call ‘em, going up and down. Always been green and white, far as I remember. My grandpappy used to watch them play, said the same thing.

This “uniforme”, it ain’t just any old shirt and shorts, mind you. It’s got that… that… badge thingy. A lion, I think. Looks fierce, like it could bite ya! That lion, it means somethin’, I reckon. Pride, they say. Like when your rooster crows the loudest in the whole darn village.
Now, they got different ones, these “uniformes”. There’s the one they wear at home, mostly green and white stripes. Then there’s the other one, for when they play away. Sometimes it’s black, sometimes it’s some other color. Don’t rightly know why, seems like a lot of fuss to me. A shirt’s a shirt, ain’t it? But these young fellas, they like to look fancy, I guess.
- Home Jersey: Green and white stripes, the real deal.
- Away Jersey: Different colors, black sometimes, who knows why.
- Training Gear: Stuff they wear when they’re practicin’, not so fancy.
They make these “uniformes” outta different stuff too. Some are soft and… wicking they call it. Means it soaks up the sweat, so them fellas don’t get all soggy when they’re runnin’ around. That’s important, I guess. Nothin’ worse than bein’ all sweaty and sticky. Like workin’ in the hayfields in July, ugh!
You can buy these “uniformes” too, if you want. Lots of places sell ‘em. Little shops, big shops, even on that there… internet thingy my grandson’s always talkin’ about. They come in different sizes, small, medium, large… kinda like my chickens, some are little, some are big. They even have sizes for them little tykes, so they can look like their favorite players, runnin’ around kickin’ balls. Seems a bit silly to me, spendin’ money on that, but folks do it.
The prices, well, that’s another story. Some are cheap, some are… well, let’s just say they cost more than a good milk cow! Depends on what you want, I guess. The real fancy ones, the ones the players wear, them’s the expensive ones. But you can get cheaper ones, just look-alikes, they call ’em replicas. Good enough for cheerin’ from the stands, I reckon. I wouldn’t pay no fortune for a shirt, that’s for sure. More important things to spend money on, like feed for the chickens.
This new “uniforme” for 2024-25, I heard tell it’s supposed to be special. Somethin’ about the club’s history. Hmph, history! Seems like every year they say it’s special. But folks get excited, buy the new ones, wear ‘em to the games, shout and holler. It’s a whole to-do. Gets the young people out of the house, I guess. Not much else to do in the village these days.

They say it’s got that “moisture-wicking technology”. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Like somethin’ outta one of them science fiction shows on the TV. But it just means it keeps ya dry, like I said before. Important when you’re runnin’ around like a headless chicken, which is what them soccer players do half the time.
And they talk about “classic green and white hoops.” Hoops? They mean stripes, I tell ya. Always been stripes. But I guess “hoops” sounds fancier. These city folk, always gotta make things sound complicated. Just say what ya mean, that’s what I say.
You can find these “uniformes” in all sorts of sizes, like they say:
- S: Length 69cm, Bust 50cm, for them little fellas, 165-170cm tall, 50-55kg weight.
- M: length 75cm, bust 53cm, for the middlin’ ones, height 170-175cm, weight 55-65kg.
- L: length 78cm, bust 55cm, for the bigger ones, you know. No idea how tall or heavy, but bigger.
They got even bigger sizes too, for them really big fellas. And smaller ones for the kids, like I said.
So, that’s the lowdown on this “uniforme do Sporting” as far as I can tell. It’s a shirt, it’s got stripes, it’s got a lion, and folks pay good money for it. More than I’d pay, that’s for sure. But hey, if it makes ‘em happy, who am I to judge? As long as they don’t come stompin’ through my garden, they can wear whatever they darn well please.