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At least his football has some style

Jan 20 2008 by Neil Farrington, Sunday Sun

IT’S one of life’s myriad mysteries that a man obsessed with stylish football has little sense of style.

I’m talking about Kevin Keegan. And that leather jacket.

I could swear I had seen the natty/nasty (what’s in a letter?) little number he reappeared in on Wednesday night before. In 1982, never mind 1996.

Whichever, man at Domani is back.

And if you’re too young to remember the Metro Centre apparel Mecca that was Domani, be thankful.

No, forget persuading Alan Shearer to become a No 2, the first thing King Kev might think about now he’s back in Toon is a fashion makeover.

And a glance down the road at Roy Keane could set KK on the right track.

While the Irishman is no Trinny or Susannah, my wife and numerous other women I know would prefer him to fit them for a bra.

And the reason for that is Keane’s classy clobber on the touchline, not to mention the piercing eyes, razor-sharp cheekbones and grey stubble (distinguished, according to the missus).

A plain black raincoat, set off by a grey v-neck sweater and open-collar white shirt would be Keane’s prescription for cutting a dash in the dug-out.

Other people have tipped Keegan to sell the likes of Michael Owen and Joey Barton.

But not, pray God, before he gets shot of a bomber jacket that belongs in the first series of Auf Wiedersehen Pet.

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