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New USMNT Away Jerseys Unveiled

I can't decide if it'll look worse with a person
in it or not....
So, this isn't exactly "breaking news" or anything (a photo was leaked late last year) but today the U.S. Men's National Team official Away Jerseys were unveiled. I'm not gonna piss and moan like a lot of people, but...I think they're a little weak. I'm not in favor of the "gradient" style, it's just a little wishy-washy and non-descript, like somebody forgot to finish designing it.

As Jason Davis, of Soccer Morning, observed in his latest podcast, we need to come up with a dignified, classy, classic-looking uniform by which people can identify the U.S. team throughout the world. Look at Italy's blue, or Brazil's yellow, or Portugal's maroon. These are trademark colors...national brands almost. You see some guys playing in yellow shirts with a green collar in an international competition anywhere in the world, for the past 50 years, and you know it's Brazil. This new away kit is just way, way too unremarkable to serve as the armor we wear on foreign soil to represent the U.S.; it looks like some late 70s NASL expansion team uniform, not the national kit for a team that's desperate to earn its place as a first world soccer power.

When I was a kid I had a World Cup knock-off soccer game for my SEGA Genesis called "World Trophy Soccer." It was a pretty mediocre game but, among other mediocre features, it allowed you to pick your team's uniform color, socks, stripes, and everything. Any 12-year old kid tooling around on World Trophy Soccer's uniform creator in 1992 could've come up with something better.

But hey, everybody's got an opinion and they all stink. The Outlaws can wear garbage bags for all I care, as long as they put goals in the onion bag and make a good showing at the next World Cup.


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