The odyssey of buying the T-World

Back in the month of October birthday and I thought my parents give me the shirt of the Spanish. For fear of making mistakes, being unsure chosen to sacrifice the element of surprise and asked how I wanted. And I was clear: "I want the World Cup championship, the star of champions and the name and dorsal Andres Iniesta." On the day of my birthday, which is a holiday in A Coruña, rather than the package I found a card handwritten by my mother in which was "OK for a shirt of Spain ... when you arrive."

Well, the days passed, then weeks, and finally decided to plant in the Macro Business where my parents had ordered the shirt and see how was the thing. The first dependent hunted in the sports section told me what I already knew: that was agotadísima (a superlative that does not exist, because something can be exhausted or not, but agotadísimo ...), not knowing when they would arrive and that I was another to keep waiting.

A few days later, on the occasion of the friendly match against Portugal, the sports brand that has the contract with the RFEF, Adidas, unveiled the new kit for the Spanish and, through a friend of my father, whose daughter works in the Label commented that before they sent me the shirt that day. When I opened the bag go coitus interruptus! The one I sent was the new, with those blue spots under the armpits that look like a tribute to Camacho's armpits. And is that not only the shirt is much uglier than the World Cup but I remember those blue Camachos World Cup in Korea and Japan and how we threw that fucking linesman of Trinidad and Tobago ...

The very dogs they sent me the new one with the hope that I eat it with potatoes, but I did not twist my arm. In fact, until I refused to try it to avoid the typical phrases "it looks good on you" or "well placed not so ugly." The next day I went to go to the store to complain, if I had asked for a shirt, why carallo send me another? The new dependent response (could not find the first day) is that the World was "agotadísima" . As I was pretty pissed, I gave the rod so the manager ended up calling the plant to endure me.

Applied them to the boss so ugly that I thought I send people the new shirt when, as he recognized me, the long list they had was ordering for T-World, not the new. Imagine the amount of people who should receive the new shirt Christmas gift and was forced to keep her for not doing an ugly who gave it, only served to enlarge my anger. Finally, the manager recognized me, now that they had released the new, doubted that the brand manufacturer would send more T-shirts World.

A bloody month and a half to get to that point ... I appreciated his sincerity, although this would have to wear like a madman, and I left there making me promise that was as it were, was to get the shirt of the World: and was a personal issue between Adidas and me. And not combed all the sports stores in A Coruña as it did in the first instance and simply made a few phone calls to confirm that other outlets also had only the new version.

When he had little hope, a friend told me that he saw in ebay . And indeed, on ebay I found a type of Pamplona that sold for only 22 euros (plus 6 for shipping). I contacted him to find out what was the trick that will cost 49 euros less than in stores. The answer I might have liked more, as the seller, the shirts will arrive by a contact THailand that drew from the surplus made by manufacturers of plant that hires the trademark to sell themselves, which I could not do better the play: I was buying a shirt without a single euro Adidas saw her.

I finally got the shirts, I took the occasion to catch several as gifts from kings, and though I were some doubts, the truth is that they are the official jerseys, with no error or scam: the only thing missing is the sticker on the that wouldthe price and other information in Spanish. So now I'm triply happy: at last I have my shirt of the Spanish world champion, pulled me out of money and I saw the face of the multinational that wanted me to see me.