I approached this book with interest, but quickly tired of it. It read like an aging bloke seeking the approval of a younger reader, and to me at least, didn't stand up to much scrutiny. There was way too much opinion masquerading as fact, too much self-promotion (see the 'Hoolie Lit' chapter especially) and too many contradictory rants. The most amusing part of the book was the childish tirade about When Saturday Comes contributors for having the temerity to suggest that the 'hoolie lit' genre is, in fact generally quite poor. The sub title, 'Why hooliganism and racism are killing football" is fairly misleading as I felt he spent much of his time condoning some hooligan activity as basically youthful highjinks, while at the same time offering a conspiratorial 'well done' wink even when rebuking activities, (especially when discussing English fans dishing out 'retaliatory' beatings to Turkish fans). I picked this book up for 99p in a book outlet, and still felt as though I'd been overcharged.