cymru
am byth
Base: AScolour / Short sleeve / Classic Tee | 5026 / Red
Print: Front & back
Print colour: off white
Design notes: Based on shirt found at 5am ripped in half outside walkabout in Cardiff after 2008 Grandslam / Triple crown.
Sizing info: All T-shirts are a boxy, unisex fit. For a truer, more classic fit, we recommend sizing down. See details here.
Feed the nests. Light the beacons. Wake the Dragon.
Base: AScolour / Long sleeve / Classic | 5071 / Ecru
Print: Front only
Print colour: Red
Design notes: Found in one of Barry Johns kit bags left under the bar in the club.
Sizing info: All T-shirts are a boxy, unisex fit. For a truer, more classic fit, we recommend sizing down. See details here.
Base: AScolour (high quality) / Short sleeve / Classic Tee | 5026 / Cardinal & Red
Print: Front only
Print colour: Off-white
Design notes: Stolen original concept design for 2025/26 kit.
Sewn by: Mandy Tucker, first person to basejump the Eiffel tower and legend seamstress.
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Important!: This is a special 1of24, hacked and sewn back together then screen printed by professionals but may include imperfections due to the beauty of making like this. Adding character but not for the super fussy. Images of the screen printing are the most extreme examples.
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Sizing info: All T-shirts are a boxy, unisex fit and fit true due to the hacking. See details here.
About
Johnny was in a dream a year ago.
Now he won’t leave me alone.
UnofficIal Cymru
Is the realisation of a dream.
Starting with a handful of garments seen in the dream. Limited runs. Made like keepsakes, not like kit.
Johnny Wyn Williams
The sort of name that turns up halfway through a story in a pub, and nobody argues with it.
Cardi boy. Ex-international. A No. 8 who kicked penalties, because he felt like it. A forward with a boot like a church bell and the nerve to use it. He did not play the game “properly”, which is why people still talk about him. He made the pitch feel a bit haunted.
Then he hung up his boots.
Read more here
Johnny’s World
Wales is a country of nests.
Every pitch is a dragon’s nest, from the smallest muddy touchline behind a school in Llangwm, to a sell out Llandovery. Some nests are small and fierce, the kind that bite before they breathe. Some are big and heavy with history, built from old songs, old bruises, tough winters.
And above them all is the heart-nest in Cardiff: the Principality, the great bowl of stone and thunder. That is where the main dragon sleeps.
Right now, the dragon is unmotivated. Unprovoked. Uninspired.