These Saxon football pants gradually became a part of my standard everyday clothes, both because I knew that they could take any rugged wear, and also because I knew that I could enjoy a little lycra fetish this way. In September 2011 I was traveling with my friend Paul from Dorsten in the north Ruhr to Frankfurt Airport, and while doing so I was wearing my Saxon pants, like here in the former West German capital of Bonn.

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