Top critical review
on 1 June 2012
appalling. most books of this genre are, but this one hits new levels of despair. I enjoyed the Stoke one - for the background it gives, for it's 'off terraces' memories, and also - believe it or not - for the genuine decent quality of it's writing (the Under 5 lad in particular). Steaming In is a classic, as are Bovver and Bloody Casual. This though, my god, I just feel sorry for the trees that were wasted. It's just bad, boring and adds nothing to the genre. Some books of this ilk try and explain reasons behind hooliganism and casual culture, others do a good job of describing the buzz. This does neither, it's just page after page of disjointed ramblings. I think I remember watching the author on Real Football Factories, and he came across as a very balanced, even thoughtful individual - i wish him luck, just not as a writer.