Free Postage until the World Cup ends...

The Negrete Tusken Raider says....

Free postage and packing until the end of the World Cup!!!

So get yourselves a nice bit of Negrete history sharpish..

http://www.negrete.co.uk/thegoods.asp

Bo!

They'll always hit you and hurt you

Defend or attack...

The sun is out, the weekend is virtually here and England stand on the brink of the World Cup Semi Finals...

My god these days don't come often, and one thing is for sure here at Negrete Villa's we aren't going to let this one go without getting grandly mashed in anticipation and excitement...

So come on if you're coming, lets hear you sing your heart out this weak end...

We ain't no hooligans
This ain't a football song
Three lions on my chest
I know we can't go wrong

One love from the Negrete team, and remember if things go wrong on Saturday, handle it like a man, and don't go smashing the shit out of places. It's really not the done thing.

Bless your days...

Negrete loves Leonardo...

On the eve of Englands vital match with the shifty Ecuadorians, we wanted to make something known...

The BBC is clearly better than ITV. ITV is shit. Advert breaks just before kick off and at half time disgust us. Mind you the punditry can be lame as well. Ian Wright is a tit, Hansen sounds like he's had a stroke and Garth Crooks wants punching in the throat.

Here at Negrete towers, we love Leonardo. He's the coolest fucker on the planet. The man speaks 5 languages, oozes charisma, has nice hair and still looks about 23. He also doesn't sound like a retard. He talks about society, human nature, the beautiful game.

We'd like to buy him a pint of Leffe and join him out on the town. We bet he gets some unbelievable birds.

We'd like to think he'd wear Negrete. He wouldn't though. He transcends clothing. The man is a legend. Negrete salutes you.

Now come on England, don't fuck this up. Don't spoil our Summer. Lets take the South Americans to the cleaners! Ingerlund and Negrete....we can't be beat...

Yes we are shit, but we are through...

Poor Michael Owen. Not only does he look and talk like an estate agent. He's also a non scoring sicknote. Which leaves human lamp-post Scarecrouch and Meat Rooney, up front on their own, to propel us toward glory!

Yes we have been poor. Yes we can't keep possession, and don't gel as a team. Still, we are in the last 16, and thats what we wanted. Now just pray for a football miracle, and we find our feet and smash our way to the final!

Negrete is with you England. Long ball merchants of the world unite. COME ON!!!!

Heat, Stuttering and Holidays...

Easy Now!... Sorry for the delay in communicado, but the Negrete team had been taking a well earned break in a Portugese Villa...pool bombing, rocky in the washbag, seven nation army karaoke, and plenty of Super Bock game!

Get us!

We back now, and just in time to see England stutter to a win, and the mighty T n T hold Sweden to a draw! Excellent.

We're also back for the hottest weather we've had for many a moon. About fucking time as well. With the sun on your face and the World Cup on the telly, what better time to get you kitted out in some finest Negrete threads?


For everyone waiting for an order, our sincerest apologies, we will crack anything we owe you in the post this Monday. Don't worry its worth the weeks wait.

Until next time, come on Ingerlund...

One Love...

The Negrete Globetrotters...