"What is life without football and music?" asks journalist Neil Roberts towards the end of Blues & Beatles, his entertaining account of growing up obsessed with Everton FC and the Fab Four - even though the band broke up the year before Roberts was born well south of Merseyside in St. Alban's, Hertfordshire.
This book will strike a familiar chord with similar obsessives whose memories and moods are defined by the ups and downs of their chosen team and life's milestones are marked by great albums and memorable gigs. (I could have written a similar book about QPR and Rod Stewart - only I would have probably topped myself having to write about the R's 15 years in the wilderness and Stewart's squandering of his God-given talent since the late 70s.)
In Roberts' case, his twin obsessions were passed down from his Liverpool-born dad Colin and the book tells how these become the touchstones through which father and son communicate and remain connected through the turmoil of a family breakup. I worked with both father and son on The Royal Gazette in Bermuda, so I got a kick out of the island episodes - although knowing something of both men, it was painful to read some of the more emotional episodes.
But as someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, that's to Neil Roberts' credit. A former BBC and ITN reporter, he writes in a breezy, staccato style almost as if he is talking to camera and is unabashed about revealing his feelings, which are frequently touchingly sentimental, whether he's recalling grandparents, old girlfriends or nervously meeting his heroes like Duncan Ferguson or Paul McCartney. He is, and always will be, a fan at heart and that passion runs vibrantly through Blues & Beatles from start to finish.
The person you end up really feeling sorry for is young George, Neil's son. At age 7 he is already following the twin family traditions (or curses?) even though he must already realize that Everton will never get into Europe again unless there's a war and that the chances of Macca making another decent album at his age are as likely as a Beatles reunion.
The poor lad is doomed to a life of disappointment. Still, it will give him something to moan about - just like a true Scouser!