Sentences with phrase «new back of the shirt»

There is also a new back of the shirt sponsor, with construction company Bloor International Enterprises putting pen to paper a two year deal.

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I'm gonna get the new black n pink shirt if wenger gets some ambition and buys a serious midfield otherwise I can't justify buying a kit shirt when we don't even have a good enough player for me to put there name on the back of it!

Once they got back inside — with Manziel wearing a new shirt — we're told Johnny partied without incident for the rest of the night and had a great time.

That's why he's played pretty much all the time, his name is on the back of many new shirts people are buying and his name is one of the most popular chants at the Emirates...

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The France international returned from the 2014 World Cup in Brazil as one of Liverpool's first - choice centre - backs and was handed the No. 3 shirt for 2016 — 17 by new Reds boss Klopp.

The Red Devils sent the 41 - year - old the jersey with his name and iconic No. 7 shirt on the back, in what is certainly an extremely clever way of promoting the new kit.

The jersey features a new major sponsor in the form of Avon Tyres, who have increased their involvement with the club (they were previously an associate sponsor appearing on the back of the shirts and shorts) to replace Just Eat on the front

According to the teaser released by Umbro for the new Man City away kit 11/12, City were supposed reverting back to a red and black strip for their away games in the 2011/2012 season, which was proven true when City officially released pictures of their new 11/12 away shirt.

Members of the New Paltz United Teachers (NPUT) organization were at the meeting wearing their signature red t - shirts emblazoned with the word «Respect» on the back.

I'm also a big fan of long sleeves under short, rolling up the hem of your jeans, or pushing back sleeves and letting long sleeve T - shirts peep from under a jumper... there are endless ways to give old outfits a fashionable new twist.

Whether you prefer a laid - back look of t - shirts and joggers, or you're looking to revamp your vibe with some new suits and sportcoats, Belk has what you need to suit your style.

So with the tie of a shirt and the lift of these boots, we were back in business for the day at least and feeling so very much like the downtown New Yorker that I am (kinda).

We know many of you hate shopping, but consider grabbing a new shirt for your first time back out on the dating scene.

Gorge Dog has established itself as the place to go for dog - lovers in Hood River, Ore., whether they need a bag of food and a new collar or a keepsake T - shirt to take back to their hometown.

While later versions of this popular shirt would show up at NYCC, this is a new, unworn, original T - shirt, given only to select press and SEGA employees back when SEGA and Platinum Games first announced their major partnership in San Francisco.

2) A Brooklyn publisher has brought one ofyour classic novels back into print, for a new generation of guys and girls in flannel shirts, scruffy beards, and retro glasses.

Some of my refashion sewing tutorials include a white blouse, a bow shirt, a bow back shirt, a shirt with bow, a new dress, a cut out shirt, or other stylish clothes!

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.