I bought this book primarily because it was written by an American who claims to be a football fanatic. Silly me. I thought an outsider's eyes might add extra insight to the impact that the beautiful game has on cultural values around the world. Sadly, they don't.
This book is a series of essays on football culture around the world - from Serbia to Scotland, a quick flirt with Austria, thence to England, Brazil and other points of the compass.
Foer seems to take the people he meets at face value and therefore he completely misses the point that most of them work him out the moment they meet him. Other than that flaw his writing reveals that he is an A1 grade intellectual. He writes well and there is also no doubt that he cares about the game.
The trouble is that he gives the impression that he watches the game he loves from a cushioned seat, high up in the grandstand of his own living room, surrounded by coke and popcorn.
This book has been well received by American critics. Fair enough and it may sell quite well there. That was probably the point of the exercise.
But it is another thing altogether to sell Foer's views on football to the fans who have stood on the terraces at real football places such as Leyton Orient or Lecce, Troyes or Getafe. And not just for one game, for season after season as the tradition is handed down from father to son (or daughter), generation upon generation as part of a tribal rite of passage.
In that sense it fails miserably because Foer, in common with many Americans, reduces football to a commodity - something to be exploited for commercial, political or religious reasons. Any true football fan knows the religious history behind Rangers & Celtic. Foer brings nothing new to that particular religious debate though he uses football to fan other flames that suit his own religious persuasion.
The clue to avoiding this book is one word in the title - 'unlikely'.