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I Am The Secret Footballer

The Secret Footballer

i-am-the-secret-footballer-lifting-the-lid-on-the-beautiful-gameI followed the Secret Footballer column on the Guardian website for a while so when this turned up in the 99p Kindle daily deal on the Amazon website I couldn’t resist getting it.
I read this in dribs and drabs over months when I needed to kill time and I only had my phone to hand to entertain me.
It’s an entertaining and decently written insight to the life of modern top level footballers with just enough self awareness to stop the author from seeming massively entitled. It’s still irritating in places when he talks about the obscene behaviours of his fellow professionals, especially with regard to women, but since this feels like honest reporting it’s not enough to put you off.
If you’re a football fan then it’s definitely worth splashing out 99p on this.

Rating: B

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The Damned Utd

David Peace

The Damned UtdQuite, quite awesome fictional retelling of Brian Clough’s 44 days in charge of Leeds United.
Peace writes the entire story as if coming from Clough’s own mouth or subconscious. In one half of the narrative it’s the ‘present day’ and Clough is trying, and failing, to get to grips with the Leeds United job and the other tells the back story of Clough’s managerial career at Hartlepool, Derby County and Brighton.
It’s a fascinating insight into a brilliant and deeply flawed man. A man driven by all sorts of demons, including a desperate desire to prove himself and to best those he respected and those he hated. There was no-one he hated more than Don Revie and his Damned Utd of the title. A great football team that won by playing game in as cynical a fashion as possible. It was his burning desire to best Revie and doing so by turning his cynical machine into a pure football dream that got him to take the job in the first place. Only for him to ruin it by alienating the first team and the board as only he could.
It is quite simply the best football book I’ve ever read. If you have any love for the game you owe it to yourself to read it.

Rating: A

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Disaster

For the first time I can remember I watched practically every one of the 64 games that the World Cup had to offer. Thanks to web streaming, pvr and delayed screenings.
I didn’t go into the World Cup with all that much hope. I had France in the work sweep and it seemed kind of inevitable that Brazil would run away with the thing. The first game really brought the tournament to life, though, Germany beat Costa Rica 4 -2 and scored a couple of great goals in the process and revealed one of the stars of the tourney in Lahm. The group stages were by and large great fun. Game of the group stage for me was the 6-0 thrashing that Argentina meted out to Serbia-Montenegro. I have never seen a better example of a team performance and it was all capped off with one of the best goals ever in Cambiasso’s effort in the first half.
As things progressed to the knockout stages teams started to become very cagey and it spoiled the play. Some coaches made very stupid decisions (Pekerman of Argentina, Aragones of Spain), in compensation some players upped their ante, in particular Zinedine Zidane of France and Cannavaro of Italy.
Best game of the tournament was the Germany-Italy semi-final match. It was a game played with a superb attitude, great talent and committment.
For a match that went nearly two hours without a goal it was really exciting. Then Grosso scored with that 119th minute goal, and Del Piero followed up a minute later. It was sad that there had to be a winner, but Italy deserved it.
The final itself was rather disappointing. France got a soft penalty, cheekily converted by Zidane, Materazzi scored from a corner with the French defence posted missing. Chances were few and far between and if France had the better of the match it was by a narrow margin. Then, of course, Materazzi said something to Zidane and the Frenchman headbutted him in the chest, thereby tainting his last ever game. It was kind of sad, but it’s something that Zidane’s done before. As they say, you can take the boy out of Marseille!
Italy won on penalties and it seemed a fair enough result, and I would have felt the same if they had gone the other way.
Not a great World Cup after all, but there were enough highlights and great games to make it a memorable one. God, now we’ve got four years for the next one. You never know Scotland might even qualify! (we’ve got no chance with the Euro championships – both WC finalists and a quarter finalist and only 1st and 2nd qualify)

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Futebol

Alex Bellos

futebolFabulous history of Brazilian football and an examination of Brazil through it’s relationship with football.
Everyone knows about Brazil’s national team and the skillful game they personify, but I’ve never known much about the history of football in Brazil – even though I’ve always wondered how they got to be so good.
This book is a fascinating introduction to the way football became the Brazilian obsession and so tightly bound up with national identity and pride.
By looking not only at their World Cup teams and players (fascinating chapter about Garrincha by the way), but at club football, grassroots football, the Brazilian ‘mystique’ and how politics and religion all tie in together to create potent mix in this giant country.
It was mind blowing to realize that the most supported club in Brazil, Flamengo, has a support somewhere in the region of five times the population of Scotland.
If you’ve ever wanted to know more about Brazil or Brazilian football I would highly recommend this book.

Rating: A