It's rare for me to read a book that really makes me laugh. The Bromley Boys achieved it - I was laughing out loud, and regularly, right the way through. There were passages I'd still be thinking about (and snorting in public over) a week or so later...
'...when they went 7-0 up with only a couple of minutes left, I looked longingly towards the exit. When they went 8-0 up, the Barking fans started singing 'seven nil, seven nil, seven nil, seven nil'. It was the final humiliation. They'd actually lost count of the score.'
That's the sort of thing you have to tell everybody down the pub!
It's a funny and moving book, written in a disarmingly self-effacing style. I really loved it and would recommend it to anyone.