On the recommendation of my sister (of all people) I picked up Barney Ronay’s ‘Any Chance of a Game?’, and, given my aforementioned sibling’s commendation, I was pleasantly surprised – I mean, what do girls know about football? Reading Ronay’s book makes a refreshing change to many London authors’ usual clichéd boy/girl stories and he offers a fresh perspective on the late 20s male’s struggle to come to terms with his advancing years, using his woeful Sunday league football team’s make or break season as a neat structure for the narrative.
Slipping effortlessly between past and present events on and off the pitch, the author weaves an intricate story about footballs and females, drawing on a wealth of carefully observed characters: from Barney’s hapless best friend, Dan, who just isn’t ready to grow up and finds the solutions to all their problems at the bottom of a pint pot, to his girlfriend, Laura, who is all too ready to swap late nights spent at the pub and early mornings on the pitch for early evenings spent at dinner parties and late mornings in Homebase.
The book benefits too from a hefty dose of realism. As I progressed through the book, I knew I was reading something that was true – not that this is a true story, although the author clearly draws heavily from his own experiences, but it is true to life. This is no ‘Escape to Victory’. The publisher calls the book ‘Fever Pitch’ for those who don't just watch but play the game, but ‘Any Chance of a Game?’ stands on its own two muddied, battered, bruised feet; there is no need for comparisons.