Daniel Harris must have a lot of journalist friends, because the comments promoting this book are baffling. I was expecting acerbic and amusing football commentary mixed in with social observation as the author travels around the country. Instead, it's just a blog transferred into print, written with all the feel of a man sat in front of a computer (which is where he watches a fair few of the matches). Some of the football criticism is good - his criticism of Ferguson is refreshing and necessary - some of it not so good, such as his ongoing demand to replace Nani with Obertan, but the book mostly reads as a rant written by a not particularly pleasant football fan. Any social observation consists of "Blackburn really is a horrible place" and at Sunderland "the crowd was a particularly dense shade of fat." All I came away with was a sense of the vituperative nastiness of the modern fan reared on TV, so it's authentic in that sense at least.