Football Frenzy

Fever Pitch  by Nick Hornby

Fever Pitch  by Nick HornbyFever Pitch is both an autobiography and a footballing bible rolled into one. Nick Hornby pinpoints 1968 as his formative year–the year he turned 11, the year his parents separated, and the year his father first took him to watch Arsenal play. The author quickly moved “way beyond fandom” into an extreme obsession that has dominated his life, loves, and relationships.

You’ll win nothing with kids : fathers, sons and football  by Jim White

You'll win nothing with kids : fathers, sons and football  by Jim WhiteThis is the hilarious story of Jim White’s time as manager of his son’s football team: the highs, the lows. At this level, winning spirit is not so much about passion, pride and belief as praying that your star centre forward has remembered his boots. Most importantly, it’s about the enduring relationship between fathers, sons and football. This is the story no one who has ever watched his or her child play sport will want to miss.

Heartfelt : supping Bovril from the devil’s cup by Aidan Smith

Heartfelt : supping Bovril from the devil's cup by Aidan SmithA lifelong Hibs fan takes on the challenge that TV’s Faking It and Wifeswap were too scared to even contemplate as he tries to follow his team’s hated rivals Hearts for an entire season. With gritty realism and riveting detail, Aidan Smith demonstrates the importance of loyalty in being a fan. Going undercover, he swaps his colours, drinks in rivals’ pubs and even sings their songs, trying to get under the skin of the opposition.

Union Jock : sleeping with the Auld enemy  by Aidan Smith

Union Jock : sleeping with the Auld enemy  by Aidan SmithFrom his earliest years, Scottish-born Aidan Smith was taught one golden rule about soccer—no matter who England is playing, you support the other team. If the opposition have a dodgy human rights record, or are cruel to wasps, or can’t even be located on a large-format map, well, that’s too bad. Now a full-grown man, Aidan Smith should be old enough, and ugly enough, to be above petty, playground-formed sports squabbles. Besides, he’s about to marry an Englishwoman. Maybe it’s a sign. But can a Scotsman ever cheer for “Ingerland?”

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