Colours and Crest
| 2011–12 home kit |
| 1872: FA Cup Finals |
| 1859: Forest FC |
Wanderers are known to have played in orange, violet and black for at least part of their existence, although as no photographs of the team exist, the exact design is not known. A replica shirt sold in the modern era has the three colours in horizontal stripes, a likely arrangement given that horizontally-striped shirts were very common during the Victorian era. The programme for the club's 1875 away match with Queen's Park, however, lists Wanderers as playing in white shirts. In the absence of shirt numbering, which would not be introduced for another sixty years, the programme identifies the individual players by the colours of their stockings (socks) or caps, with Alcock and Kinnaird both listed as wearing blue and white caps and Jarvis Kenrick identified by his cerise and French grey cap, the colours of his former club Clapham Rovers. The modern club's crest is derived from the Harrow School crest, which may have adorned the shirts of the original team.
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