The sacred Panini World Cup stickers come out this Thursday and here at TCD, sat and wondered what we could do over the course of the next few months, that’d be really fucking fun to do. We bring you ‘The Sticker Showdown’ (bloody inventive name, we know). Luke vs Robson. The first one to complete the book…wins (or whoever has the most teams completed by the final whistle in the final of the tournament). Simple.


6x packs a week

Swaps allowed (including with other people, must be noted)

Any more packs bought will lead to deductions of points from the final total

We will deliver weekly updates via the site, keeping score and typical updates in this kinda thing. Follow us on Twitter and Instagram to see more regular updates and live reactions to packs and swaps.

Join in the fun and show us the packets you open and how your collections are going over the course of the process. Use the hashtag above and tag us, either on Twitter or Instagram.

*not affiliated with Panini, despite how much we would love it* 



Commercial giants, Pepsi, have released a new advert featuring some of the game’s biggest stars including Lionel Messi, Carli Lloyd, Toni Kroos and Marcelo. The stars come together for a kickabout in the streets, featuring paint filled balls.

Alongside this, they released a series of videos discussing each star’s favourite UEFA Champions League goals with the hashtag #LOVEITLIVEIT. Lionel Messi’s is below:


Last summer I went to Medellin for a week since I had just bought a new camera and absolutely loved Narcos.

The fact that my girlfriend cheated on me, allowing my mental health to reach its absolute abyss and me wanting to ”find myself” on a 2-month drug-laden trip in South America had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Medellin is called ”The City of Eternal Spring” and that slogan alone should make you want to pack your bags. You lot can have summer, I’m all for spring. And Medellin embodies spring. Spring is about anticipation. Excitement. Resurrection. Wearing your freshly bought spring trainers for the first time. It’s about showing off your new Adidas Gazelles to the cute barista (whose freckles are starting to show) at the local Starbucks. Getting rejected.

Not that you give two fucks. It’s spring. You’re immortal!

Medellin is struggling to fight off its reputation of being a dangerous city, but it’s certainly not struggling to show the opposite – if you actually go there. The city is located in a valley with steep hills and mountains surrounding the city centre, making it really hard for the poor population who live in the mountain barrios to access the city centre. This caused the city to invest in a ”Metrocable” (a shit load of gondolas connected to the metro system) that’s running up and down the hillsides for tourists to easily access the diverse and lush barrios, and most importantly, connecting all Medellin inhabitants.

Football is everywhere in the city. It’s painted on the walls and played in the streets. Its shouted from the bars. So obviously I had to attend a football game since the city hosts two major teams; Atlético Nacional and Independiente Medellin. They both share this magnificent 41 000 seated stadium that just oozes South America. The round shaped stands, the cracked cement, scary ass policemen that possibly have been instructed to beat the shit out of you, stray dogs (I always wondered why dogs are such a common type of pitch invader in South America. Turns out the stadiums are their home), 1,50 dollar beers and ultras staring at you with olive-sized pupils and gurning jaws.

Independiente Medellin, the footballing underdog in comparison to the bigger brother Atlético, played against Deportivo Cali in the quarter-finals of the Colombian Primera A when I was in town. Right up my alley. I never knew what it is like to support a winning team anyway. Then I heard that Pablo Escobar was buried with an I.M. flag wrapped around his torso, and it was settled. This was my South American team!

I hopped on the surprisingly modern and clean metro (it makes the metro of my hometown Stockholm look like absolute shit) down to the Atanasio Girardot Stadium to enjoy some Colombian football madness. I purchased a bootleg match jersey, some pork arepas and a well chilled Aguila (fuck right off Carlsberg, Aguila is the best beer in the world) from a street salesman. He insisted on me buying the jersey since ”the fans will fucking kill you, amigo” if I didn’t wear the home team colours. I took his advice, kindly rejected the cocaine he insisted on me buying since, again, ”the fans will fucking kill you, amigo” and entered the stadium.













The game ended 3-1 to my beloved new team. Unfortunately, Cali had won 4-1 at their place for the first leg of the quarter-finals, so I.M. got knocked out. I still enjoyed the game though. I tricked a steward into thinking I was a photographer by saying ”Soy un fotografero” and waving my camera in his face and got full access to the absolute madhouse of a stadium it was.

Medellin. I miss you more than my ex. Stay you.


eBay is bloody brilliant and for fans of the game like us, delving into the wonders on the site gives us a shit tonne of excitement in our lives. Why? Because of the vast amount of random collectable stuff that no-one needs but everyone wants.

Hats. They’re a weird and wonderful fashion accessory. Some look cool on people. Some don’t; take Mario Balotelli’s mad glove hat thingy for example. If worn in the right way, with a decent outfit, hats can make or break a person’s look. However, we’re not here to give fashion tips to you guys but to showcase something boss from eBay.

A double episode (you lucky bastards) this week, bringing you two styles of hat allowing you to choose depending on what you prefer. Here we have two hats, both Japan/Korea 2002 World Cup specials but one is a bucket hat and one is a cap. Two fucking good hats with two different styles.

First, the bucket hat is a Coca-Cola merchandise piece in collaboration with the 2002 World Cup. A definite must if you enjoy rockin’ bucket hats or if you just like to collect shite like I do. A delightful red base with the two logos on and a big ‘2002’ down the side. Black rim. Wonderful.






Second, the cap. A tan number with a simple design. Logo spanked right in the centre on the front, showing people exactly what you love which is football. ‘World Cup’ on the back. Why wouldn’t you pay the international shipping? You’re very lucky living in the US with this one, free shipping?! Aye, please.





Buy em here: Cap. Bucket.


The man to define my near quarter century as an England fan.

We’ve been here plenty of times before. Get them on the plane. Andy Carroll, Peter Crouch, David Nugent, Darius Vassell. They’ll offer something different. Bring them on with the half hour to go. “This’ll baffle ‘em lads – Emile, get warmed up!”.

It’s caused some huge debate over the years with Three Lion’s fanatics down the local boozer – who should fill that fourth striker position for the Summer of Hope. “FRANNY JEFFERS” was probably the worst shout – although he does have a 100% goals to game ratio in the England White.

Disappointment is something we’re all used to as England fans post ’66. However, I’ll always remember the first time I was well & truly disappointed. It was the summer of Darius. Five foot Seven Darius & half of the Midlands behind him.

France 98 (belter) & Japan/Korea 02 (also belter) were my earliest encounters of International football. (No idea where I was for the Millennium Euros – but that France team was glorious). Both disappointing as per the usual England protocol but for ’98 I was four & literally couldn’t comprehend anything I was seeing beyond Marcel Desailly’s absolute chill in those Predators & the glorious FujiFilm advertising boards. As for 2002 I was busy getting away with an R9 trademark semi-circle fringe at school & not actually being a) sent home & b) embarrassed. To be honest you could not be disheartened after losing to that Brazil squad. Don’t worry David, I wouldn’t have saved that either.

So up to press, I had been fairly content with England’s showings on the international stage.

The Euro’s. The Golden Generation. A perfect chance to prove we can obliterate Europe & take on those pesky South American’s in Germany in a couple of years. Untypically optimistic as I had not faced the heartbreak of my senior England supporters. Also, in-form Villa Marksman Darius has made the exclusive strikers club! Wayne, Emile & Michael with open arms – “big up Vass, welcome to the goal show”.

I’ve had many debates with the same Man Blue fan for years about Darius. I’m not sold. He is. He loves him. He shows me the same grainy footage on YouTube every time we have this drunken debate of Vassell illegally obstructing the ball between his feet before doing a backwards roll away from confused Fulham defenders. Granted, if I had seen Robbie Fowler do that I would be in awe. But not Darius.

We get through the group stages relatively easily. Plus, we treated the neutrals to a fucking glorious first fixture against France. Not so glorious for Beckham & co (Becks now sporting a classic number 1 that Ross Kemp would give a reassuring nod to – even in the most hostile of gang territories) as we went down cruelly to a Zidane fest in the closing of the game – but nonetheless a cracking tie. That’s the thing with our lot. We put a show on for other countries. Such a selfless nation we are. A golden generation of players, unselfishly choosing to notturn up to big tournaments. Give Spain & Italy a chance – those lads are having a dry spell.

What happened next was about to set me up for every single international fixture I would ever watch in my England Whites. Cue Barry who works down the Red Lion ranting in the pisser:

Portugal. Fucking Portugal. Sandwiched between Portugal victories in 2000 & 2006. Our very own Bolton to Arsene Wenger. Bottom 3 sides to Liverpool. Legitimate goals to Pele. A thorn in our side.

For starters, Sol Campbell (who 100% had his fair share of emotional disappointment during his career) climbed well above everybody to legally head the ball into the well tight, fucking mega green/black netting *note – the nets were pleasing, but how beautiful was that ball* only for it to be cruelly disallowed. Still not over that.

That was disappointment number one. Still not onto Darius.

Then obviously Portugal took a 2 – 1 lead with 10 minutes of extra time to play – albeit that goal from Cult hero Rui Costa was some effort. A quick turnaround though. England gets our hopes up again – we will not be beaten! Frankie Lampard swivels in the box from a peak John Terry knockdown to get us right back into the game. Surely there will be no more upset. We’ve even put Darius on for the pennos because he’s ice cold from 12 yards. Our wildcard. Our saviour. The Midlands Marksman.

Wrong. Penalties. Beckham. Well over. Blames spot. Back to reality. But again our hopes are raised as the shootout levels itself. One pen each before sudden death. Ricardo’s gone rogue. Gloveless. No man’s land for Darius’ soon to be a goal-bound penalty. Oh, Darius. Saved. Could happen to anybody. Still, you’re my scapegoat for this tournament exit. Ricardo then remains gloveless to smash the winning penalty beyond a helpless Jammo.

Darius was plan B. England’s fourth striker. The one we all secretly hope turns up & unpredictably lights up the tournament. In reality, this is never going to happen. But this tournament & Darius Vassell ultimately showed me the “England fan ropes” in which we look for a reason we can achieve before realising when it all goes horribly wrong that this reason was actually a load of bollocks – See Harry Kane, England’s new corner taker/Steve McClaren, we WILL qualify.

Now it was far from Darius’ fault we left the Euros. But he will forever in my mind be the reason England are shit. He is the reason we only put three past Andorra. He is the reason I now approach every single England game with the same “I told you so” attitude when we inevitably cock up.

Still. We’re gonna’ win the World Cup. It’s coming home. 


eBay is bloody brilliant and for fans of the game like us, delving into the wonders on the site gives us a shit tonne of excitement in our lives. Why? Because of the vast amount of random collectable stuff that no-one needs but everyone wants.

ProStars. A major aspect of any football fan’s life from 1995 to c2008 and still are. Any collector of football shite or the REAL football fans still adore these little figures and this is why we have brought you this eBay listing.

From Ronaldinho to Lazio Gazza to Diego Maradona, this listing gives us a cool (albeit brief) selection of players to choose from and at a very reasonable price as well. If you don’t go and buy every single one of these, we will(well, maybe not Blackburn version of Lorenzo Amoruso).

Check the listing here.


eBay is bloody brilliant and for fans of the game like us, delving into the wonders on the site gives us a shit tonne of excitement in our lives. Why? Because of the vast amount of random collectable stuff that no-one needs but everyone wants.

This edition of ‘The Collectables’ series brings us an all-time fan favourite, the Panini stickers. A magnificent sidedish of the major tournaments that get us a bit more involved with the action.

The World Cup in 2006 was a very interesting one. Miroslav Klose finished top scorer of the tournament (of course he bloody did) but this was the lowest total to win the Golden Boot since 1962 and no other player scored more than three goals. Despite the group stages seeing only five goalless draws, the goals dried up in the knockout rounds. Pretty shite, huh? Then you’ve got the whole England vs Portugal controversy and to be honest, I’m still a bit upset to talk about how they got Wayne Rooney sent off and then we went on to miss about a billion penalties to lose. Moving on…the tournament received the most yellow and red cards the World Cup has seen, breaking the record of the 1998 tournament and there was one significant card that became an iconic one; Zinedine Zidane in the final. Of course, you all remember that but we’re not here to delve into why the Frenchman decided to plant a nut into Marco Materazzi’s chest and what would have happened if he didn’t, we’re here to talk about something that matters: fucking Panini stickers.

I bring you a delightful addition to your collectable set, it is not a complete set of the Germany 2006 World Cup collection but a sealed box of 100 packets. Something I’d most definitely leave unopened and untouched if it was me purchasing this myself. The box pretty cool design, especially with one of my top World Cup balls being only slightly shown. A nice little collectable to put on your shelf or keep away until you have children or grandchildren and you can pull it out and show them what stickers are instead of the mobile app version they’ll be using. Sounding all “back in my day” and AMF here for fuck sake, apologies.

At a nice figure of £27.57, you can purchase this and lighten up your life a little bit. Pick up this collectable on eBay here.


eBay is bloody brilliant and for fans of the game like us, delving into the wonders on the site gives us a shit tonne of excitement in our lives. Why? Because of the vast amount of random collectable stuff that no-one needs but everyone wants.

Welcome to Episode I of ‘The Collectables’; a series that saves you trawling through eBay for that week to find something to add to your random shite of football memorabilia and collectables. Fuck the shirts for this series, this is about the Subbuteo, the Corinthian ProStars, the World Cup-themed Coca-Cola/Budweiser bottles, the tournament caps, the Panini stickers and everything else that we love for no other reason than because it’s cool as fuck and football related.

In this first edition of this series, I bring you something I cannot bloody afford but something I would love to own. Coca-Cola is a brand I heavily relate to the World Cup,  especially when every tournament their adverts are plastered everywhere around the world. They’re a pretty cool brand when it comes to the world’s biggest spectacle due to their merchandise offering some incredible collectable items that you should all consider having in your life. Below is this collection of limited edition bottles, each assigned to a different country from the 2006 World Cup in Germany. France, Australia, Angola, Brazil and Japan have all been paid tribute to with these collector’s items.

Each bottle is labelled with ‘We Speak Football’ in the countries language. One world, one game.

Add this to your life now before I somehow do.


The new release from Korean brand Nivelcrack has blessed us this festive season and it is available right now. A wonderful scarf has been revealed from Nivelcrack and we strongly advise grabbing yourself one before they sell out.

Inspired by the beautiful 1995 Ilhwa Chunma home kit, a Korean based club founded in 1989 who went on to win consecutive league titles between 1993 to 1995 with an Asian Club Championship win in 1995. Club legend and current head coach of Team Korea, Taeyong Shin, won MVP during the tournament. They changed to Seongnam FC in 2013 when Seongnam City took over the club.

The scarf is made from 80% acrylic and 20% wool and is 100% worth buying.

You can cop now from Nivelcrack’s website or RaysBeachClub.



It’s nearly the 10th of the month meaning a new release from the guys at TensClub. This month features a turtleneck celebrating the emperor of German football, Franz Beckenbauer.

The wonderful turtleneck has been produced in top quality, heavyweight materials and is adorned with a classic chain-stitch embroidery.

Each shirt is made to order and is embroidered individually in partnership with Knickerbocker Mfg Co.

This release provides a beautiful aesthetic either under a kit or a coat. A sublime addition to the lifestyle scene.

The turtleneck will be released on the 10th December via TensClub’s website.