Lost in France
Although I'd regard myself as a football fan with an interest in the history of the game, I admit to never having heard of Leigh Richmond Roose before I bought this book. Yet he was one of the best goalkeeper of the Edwardian period (before 1914) and had something of a reputation as a playboy to boot. To add to his mystique he was killed on the Western Front in the First World War and his body was never found.
The book is a carefully researched biography, doing a good job of recreating the world of professional football at the time. It covers Roose's upbringing in Wales and early career followed by a succession of clubs, notably Everton, Stoke and Sunderland. Roose was not an easy man to deal with, it seems, "knowing his own value" and moving on frequently (somewhat reminiscent of a modern Welshman, Craig Bellamy!)
The book also covers as much of Roose's personal life as possible. He had a strong preference for living in London and made a requirement of signing for Stoke that he could commute. This seems to have been to continue to enjoy the London social scene, a taste he acquired while studying as a medical student. He is seen out with musical hall star Marie Lloyd in an obvious parallel with modern times.
And yet ... despite this careful and meticulous research, do you really feel at the end of the book that you `know' Leigh Richmond Roose? He was an intelligent and talented man, not one to be pushed around by football club bosses. But there is so little of the man himself - whether he had any banter, a Welsh accent, how he was regarded by his team-mates (or women), who he voted for, and so on.
The value of this book is in reminding us, a century on, who Leigh Richmond Roose was and what he achieved, as well as recreating the Edwardian world. But Roose the man is lost to us in more ways than one.