I loved this book, not so much for the content, but for the writing style.
There’s no doubt that John King has the 80’s football hooligan down to a ‘T’ but he has a unique writing style that breaks all the rules – one chapter, for instance, consists of just a single sentence – but is somehow very readable. The reader finds himself inside the mind of the football hooligan as he drinks with his mates, shares banter with them, stands shoulder to shoulder with them as they battle rival supporters, drinks some more with them, runs fearlessly at rival supporters, pulls girls with a style I found myself envious of, and drinks some more with his mates.
Harris, the leader, reminded me so much of someone I know that I couldn’t help myself from seeing his face every time he appeared.
I’d read the book years earlier, and there was just one chapter that stuck in my memory. Again, it’s written in a kind of stream of consciousness reminiscent of Jack Kerouac, the whole chapter taking place in a curry house. There’s nothing wrong with breaking all the rules (grammar, punctuation etc.) as long as you know you’re breaking the rules and are openly experimenting with different writing styles, and John King does this exceedingly well. In this chapter we see a group of lads, already inebriated, enter the curry house, sit down, argue, abuse other clientele, chat up girls on the next table, steam into their Rubies, run out without paying, fight other customers and pull the birds!
This book is like eating a bacon sandwich in that it’s a simple pleasure that is anything but simple. The smell of sizzling football hooligans is enough to tempt even the staunchest of scarfers. Football Factory is a winning combination of taste and smell, you can practically smell the terraces, and hear them from several streets away. Indeed, this book is thick-cut and smoked with quite a kick to it, and a little sauce thrown in for good measure. Just like a bacon sandwich, FF is hot and earthy, but there’s a warning here, reading this book will probably give you cancer as well. All good things give you cancer, it seems, so I’m sure FF is no exception.
‘Ave a pop at it!