Best used to describe the look given to the wearer of any England Rugby shirt with the Umbro logo.
The smooth, thin, cheap and nipple hugging material that would transform any gentleman into a cunt within seconds. Coupled with a logo and a price tag that only King Cunt of cuntsville, ruler of the cuntypeople would find acceptable.
‘It was a great evening until the Umbro’s walked in.’
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“Darling how do you like my new rugbypolo?”
“You look like an Umbro!”
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“I’m fairly sure the referee thought he was an Umbro”
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“Jase stop wanking off that stray dog you total Umbro!”