Synopsis
Charlie Connelly follows the Liechtenstein national football team through their defeat-strewn qualifying campaign for the 2002 World Cup. Drawn in a group with Israel, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Austria and mighty Spain, it was hard ever to see the principality's part-time players scoring even one goal, never mind adding to its meagre international points total. So what motivates a nation of 30,000 people and 11 villages to keep plugging away despite the inevitability of defeat? Travelling to all of Liechenstein's qualifying matches, Charlie Connelly examined what motivates a team proudly to take the field in the shirts of Liechtenstein despite the knowledge that they are, with notably few exceptions, in for a damn good hiding. Sampling the delights of the capital Vaduz such as the Postage Stamp Museum, the State Art Museum and, er, the Postage Stamp Museum again, Connelly provides an evocative and witty account of the land where every year on National Day the sovereign invites the population into his garden for a glass of wine.
From the Publisher
This is an excerpt from a letter written to Charlie Connelly. A Liechtenstein reader writes:
Dear Charlie Connelly
During my holidays I had the great pleasure of reading your book on Liechtenstein's Quest for the World Cup. I must confess that when I bought the book I expected just another one of those weird books only British writers seem to be able to write but which serve as perfect easy reading during lazy days at some faraway beach. I was wrong. I think Stamping Grounds is one of the best, most honest and definitely funniest books on Liechtenstein that has been written over the last fifty years. It contains more truth about our principality than any book by a non-Liechtensteiner since Hiltbrunner's Fürstentum Liechtenstein from the 1940s. Maybe, for some Liechtensteiners, there might be too much truth in it! The only other text on Liechtenstein that can match the pleasure I had in reading your expeditions into Knöpfle-country is Bill Bryson's article in Neither Here Nor There.
I seriously believe that Stamping Grounds belongs in every Liechtenstein home-library and should be made compulsory reading for every politician, football fan and hotel-owner between Balzers and Ruggell.
Thank you very much for the enormous pleasure my wife (a Scotswoman) and I had in reading your book. With all the giggles and snot running down our faces while laughing at your comments on the Vaduz nightlife, the events during and after the mess on the field outside the castle and your description of Albrecht Wolf, we made a right pair of simpletons at Hammamet beach.
All the best from Liechtenstein