Fast approaching 30, Barney Ronay is a Sunday League left back with some tough choices to make. Is staying in with his girlfriend and Gardeners’ World on a Friday night doing much for his match fitness? Would he be better off back with his best mate Dan in the bachelor pad of pizza boxes, lager and Playstation into the early hours? This is the hilarious story of a team in early mid-life crisis, hiding from responsibility in the strange masochism at the ugly end of the beautiful game.
Thanks to Harv for sharing. A good, fun, easy and nostalgic read. Not sure whether it makes me want to play Sunday league again, or puts me further off it. Enjoyable
A light-hearted look at what happens when the weekend rolls around. It captures the atmosphere - of football on poor pitches, cramped changing huts and opponents who are not any good, but better than you. The inter-actions between the players and the author and his (real?) girlfriend are finely observed. I found it a pleasure to read after some recent heavier stuff.
The subject did not require trips to far flung places and there were perhaps a few too many nods to his wife, but Ronay's strength is the writing itself and this was no different.
I found myself laughing out loud at times and there were a few surreal elements, but I did enjoy this book and the way it looked at whether we necessarily enjoy everything of the game we like so much.