If you're interested in 200 pages of poorly-written narrative descriptions of fights, you'll love this book.
Here's a paraphrased recap: "We showed up with 50. The other firm had 300. We ran toward them and they ran away. We hugged, did ecstasy, sang songs about how Cardiff is best, and then skipped the football to go buy some Lacoste sweaters and bust up a train station. Also, rugby is stupid and the only reason anyone ever gets hurt by hooliganism is because of overzealous cops." Lather, rinse, repeat.
One star added because it's about Cardiff and not some nonsense English town and club.