You simply cannot go past the legendary Nudgee butcher striped jersey. It isn't just a jersey, it's a rite of passage. Legend has it the first one was stitched by a group of angels in a thunderstorm somewhere over Ross.
There's a certain pride that comes with it. You put it on and suddenly you're not just a student, you're part of something ancient, powerful, and slightly terrifying to rival schools. It’s 50% cotton, 50% legacy, 100% intimidation. People don't remember the score, they remember the stripes.
When that jersey hits the sun just right, it blinds the opposition and inspires spontaneous haka-level energy in the boys.
Gummutt out.