I don’t like football.
There, I’ve admitted it. I tend to be the person looking around confused in a pub after a team scores. It has, unfortunately, separated me slightly from some of my football loving friends. Given all that, I don’t really read football literature.
The good thing about this book, for me anyway, is that football, whilst instigating events and being vitally important to some characters, is not what it’s really about. The meat of the book is in human interaction and in coping with a tragedy.
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