This book is a grim and gripping insight into the mad world of football hooligans in the UK from the 1970's to pretty much the present day.
Andy Nicholls is an Everton fan and proudly unveils his tales of back-street battles, tube-station tear-ups and stadium set-to's with wit and a sense of self-deprication and honesty you don't always find in this genre.
Dreadful films like 'Green Street' have muddied the water a bit but this is a far grimmer reality. People really get hurt when these 'firms' tussle and 'Scally' doesn't flinch from describing in detail the horrific injuries inflicted AND sustained in what must be the ultimate male pursuit.
It's not high literature but you don't expect Wyndham Lewis when you're reading about blokes hitting each other as a leisure activity and Nicholls is no PHD; but when it comes to giving a vivid and graphic picture of a dark, crimson-tinted world, it does the job.
Despite much investigation and psycho-analysis, the authorities can't seem to get their heads round the fact that these guys do this for sheer excitement and fun; and although it's much rarer than it once was, as Gordon Browns' nanny state bites harder and harder into people's civil liberties, it's never going away completely.
Jail sentences and banning orders are a good deterrent but pale into insignificance when pitted against pride in yourself and where you come from, the bonding with your friends and the sense of belonging, trust and respect you get from being part of a football clubs 'minority'.
Andy Nicholls tells it like it is.
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