The bottom line with Subbuteo is that it was woeful. Don't let rose-tinted, Edgar Davids-style sport spectacles convince you otherwise.
Every single game was ruined by wrinkles in the pitch, power flicks inevitably broke players, you never had a full team and your cat would always, always encroach, Godzilla-esque onto the field of play.
But that doesn't mean it wasn't cool. My god it was cool.
And with that in mind, we present these new and official Subbuteo t-shirts. Retro, funny and just plain, old fashioned lovely. We're off to buy a Sodastream, pick up a Wimpy and watch Tango & Cash.
