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2.0 out of 5 stars
Not really like Man City at all, 30 Sep 1999
The best part of this book is the title. It is also the worst because it promises so much which the book fails to deliver. The beautifully crafted Bobby Kennedy joke on page one promises a wry and witty obsessional memoir. But all it delivers is the obsession. Perhaps the target audience, more familiar with Fantasy Football League, Nick Hornby and Match of the Seventies, are not going to be too interested in obscure detail from games played more than thirty years ago, but there is nevertheless a bulk of it recalled from a patently obsessive mind. Although there are occasional and wonderful flashes of ironic sharpness (for example, the Titanic-wreck depths when City fans start to chant, "are you watching Macclesfield") he cannot sustain it. I chuckled out loud over his uncle Laurence, perpetually embattled with the MCC (yes, it is a book about cricket too), draping his shirt over the Lords sign forbidding them to be removed; but it was the only time I did. This is a shame because watching Manchester City over the last decade ought to have produced funnier material than we are given ...