"He dominates the ball, he is a walking spectacle and he plays as if he had silk gloves in each foot." Not my words, but those of Alfredo Di Stefano on renowned French quarterback Zinedine Zidane. They could just as easily apply to this book. Alex Shaw has written a jaw-dropping literary masterpiece of gargantuan proportions. This is football's 'Nineteen Eighty-Four'; it's 'Don Quixote'; it's 'Da Vinci Code', and it has, quite literally, saved my life.
On a recent away trip to Leeds I was mugged on the train by one of the city's many homeless. He told me he needed the money to build a giant replica of 'The Mole', a drilling machine which operated out of Thunderbird 2, with which he planned to infiltrate the local Skol brewery. When my boyish charm failed to diffuse the situation, I quickly neutralised the disease-ridden inbred with a sharp blow to the head using said book. I proceeded to wrap the offending local in the book's pages and set him alight - the thick, full-bodied parchment was perfect for the job - before gently rolling his charred corpse off at the next station. Whilst wrapping my victim in his papery cloak of death I also actually read the book and found it funny, informative and enjoyable. Top work Mr. Shaw :thumbup: