I was really looking forward to reading this and in the end it was enjoyable enough, although disapointing in places. But I suppose that is one of the pitfalls of collections, naturally some of the stories are going to be better than others.
There are some crackers in here, Harry Pearson and Olly Wicken are both hilarious, Giles Smith's obsession with Chelsea programmes is wryly amusing and Don Watson's adventures with mid-70s Leeds cause more than just me to reminisce about the teenage escapades had while following your team, no matter whho they are.
Nick Hornby and Roddy Doyle, easily the two most lauded writers in the book, both appear to be on auto-pilot. Doyle writes about the 1990 World Cup, which he has already done to better effect in The Van, while Hornby's work is saved by the subject matter.
It really is a book for football fans, as well as empathising with the aforementioned teenage adventures or programme collecting, there will be plenty who find something in common with Oxford United's money troubles, Norwich's lack of recognition for their success, or just a plain lack of success from Bristol to Raith.