Unlike many people in this country, I am unable to participate in the collective euphoria these days turns red in the streets and proclaiming to the four winds national pride. Of course, I have followed with interest the game of choice in recent months, but at the time to show my joy at the good play of the boys out of the window has curbed my desire to express it.
there who told me that no I feel the colors of the Red. For if we threw chroma I have no choice but to accept: the national kit stinks.
And I'm really sorry, but ours is the worst possible combination of color, an aesthetic horror Fernand Léger himself blush. Not sit well with almost any skin tone and does not match anything you have in your wardrobe. It is very difficult not to look like a lion tamer or a majorette sporting a team jersey, and if your problem is overweight can be sure that every inch of your perimeter proudly claim its position under the fabric.
We will be the kings of the world, the most hearty and best spend it, but in the world of colors I fear that this time, we are the red lantern.
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