In 1995 – or whenever it was –
you could get other things
for 25p – or whatever it was –
but what could you want more
than a thin paper packet
with some pictures of some blokes?
These were not just any blokes, they were
the superstars of the new Premier League,
their portraits worth every sweet penny,
they sat stacked in your hand like business cards,
got lost in washed shirt pockets like phone numbers.
they do just look like pictures of blokes,
some blokes you might work with
or who you might meet in the pub
or who you might get to fix your boiler
or who might advise you on a mortgage.