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Disappointing, talks about beer as much as football
on 22 May 2016
This book ended up being a real disappointment and whilst I got all the way through, I was ready to give up for most of the second half.
This is the problem. Imagine a few of your mates went off to Europe for a weekend but you weren't able to make it. When they come back, they spend four hours telling you about how drunk they got, and with stories which weren't actually that funny. You'd get bored pretty quickly wouldn't you? That's what this book is like.
Admittedly, the author and his friends probably had a brilliant time on these weekend trips but if I want to read price lists of beer in every Eastern European country, I can do it in ten minutes, for free, on Trip Advisor, rather than have to pay for this book.
The book isn't funny. I think I smiled to myself about twice throughout the whole thing and given that the author spends over half the time trying to be funny, that's a pretty low strike rate.
And the most disappointing aspect was that whilst some of the trips he did have some vaguely interesting moments or background stories, there really wasn't anything of note that I'd want to go and tell other football fans about, or anything that I'd still remember in a year's time. It's basically just a diary of some blokes who went and got smashed on the continent, and took in a few football matches. Doesn't justify writing a book about it.
On the plus side, the author does do a good job of illustrating how sanitised English football stadiums (particularly Premier League) have become in comparison to those on the continent.