The Round After

Nothing that happens after a match is cold-weather gear in the proper sense. It is the layer you pull on over a damp shirt while standing in a car park deciding where everybody is going. That is a real garment category and almost nobody designs for it. This is every hoodie, sweatshirt and long sleeve in the range, which means the whole beer-can series in the only cuts that make sense for a bar at nine on a Tuesday. Heavier than what you played in, deliberately. If the match was the point you would already be home, and none of us are.