Sam Highfield for Stash Sec

Sam Highfield

Without knowing how I got there, I was taking my seat at the London Fashion Show and pondering; “Burberry: a fashion label or a barometer of Britishness?”. I noticed that my idol, Riccardo Tisci, Burberry’s fiercely modernistic designer known for streetwear, was on the other side of the catwalk. The excitement was too much and I woke with a jolt. What a strange dream.

Little do the boys know, I love fashion. Riccardo’s Burberry is more urban, less rural. If the mood of pre-Tisci Burberry was soft rain in the Peak district, Tisci’s is closer to Peaky Blinders. I glanced over at my bedside photo of James Bailey, wrapped seductively in a flowing satin kimono, slender legs on show, and quietly whispered to myself “what fashion statement should I make today?” It was 1130 on Saturday morning, so I rolled out of bed, already in full South match kit, and started to pack my post match wears.

As I stepped foot on the hockey pitch, I felt nervous. What would the boys think of my carefully prepared outfit? Had I packed enough pairs of shoes? Would James return my favourite kimono?

The action started around me, a blur as I weighed up the pros and cons of the stylish and slick new adidas kit. At one point I noticed Potters Bar score from a short, huge pressure from South followed which resulted in two yellow cards and several greens but crucially no goal. In between deciding whether my shirt looked better tucked in or tucked out, I saw Potters Bar counter quickly and take the score to 2-0. Sucker punch.

A poor 15 mins after half time meant a 4-0 lead to the Bar, with some more clinical finishing. South ramped up the pressure, hitting the post and finally scoring from a short corner with 10 to go courtesy Mark at the back post. Further pressure didn’t quite lead to a miraculous comeback and the match finished 4-1. Now the game had finished, I started to sweat. The big reveal was moments away.

As I unpacked my shower towel, I carefully kept my wears hidden. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. Unprepared midfield teammates cried out beside me, forgetting 2 pairs of socks and 3 pairs of shoes between them. “Not a problem”, I cried! I came to the rescue with my spare pairs of recently polished monk strapes, surely I must get man of the match now.

Fully clothed and with two shoes on, I marched with confidence to teas, strutting like nobody was watching. The elation would soon end. 20 minutes later, my tracksuit bottom, shirt and knitwear combination resulted in me receiving lemon. Oh my dear Riccardo, how I have let you down!!


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Herbert Mudzamiri
Man of the Match


Sam Highfield
Lemon of the Match

Two shoes but style icon he is not