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Leather Soul: A Half-Back Flanker's Rhythm and Blues
"The Footscray winters and the glorious liniment-scented afternoons. All of the laughs, the scraps, the yarns and the characters: they all left a mark on me. And I wouldn’t change any of it."
Bob Murphy has never been a typical footballer.
Music buff, Age columnist and Winnebago driver, he is as comfortable in a Fitzroy café or the front bar of a grungy pub as he is in the locker room.
In this unique memoir, Murphy takes the reader inside his seventeen-year career, including his three years as captain of the Western Bulldogs, exploring the people, places and events that shaped him. From playing backyard cricket in 1980s Warragul to Community Cup with Paul Kelly in the 2000s, and from the joy of marrying his high school crush to the agony of a season-ending ACL rupture: the man described as the spirit of the Bulldogs has soul, and it’s made of leather.
How did the country kid with a gypsy’s heart become an All-Australian captain? What’s it like to have your club reach the AFL Grand Final for the first time in sixty-two years, and have to cheer from the sidelines? How does it feel to realise you can no longer do the things that made you great?
The great Australian football bard Martin Flanagan has long insisted Bob Murphy has a book in him like no footballer has written. Leather Soul proves him right.
Bob Murphy has never been a typical footballer.
Music buff, Age columnist and Winnebago driver, he is as comfortable in a Fitzroy café or the front bar of a grungy pub as he is in the locker room.
In this unique memoir, Murphy takes the reader inside his seventeen-year career, including his three years as captain of the Western Bulldogs, exploring the people, places and events that shaped him. From playing backyard cricket in 1980s Warragul to Community Cup with Paul Kelly in the 2000s, and from the joy of marrying his high school crush to the agony of a season-ending ACL rupture: the man described as the spirit of the Bulldogs has soul, and it’s made of leather.
How did the country kid with a gypsy’s heart become an All-Australian captain? What’s it like to have your club reach the AFL Grand Final for the first time in sixty-two years, and have to cheer from the sidelines? How does it feel to realise you can no longer do the things that made you great?
The great Australian football bard Martin Flanagan has long insisted Bob Murphy has a book in him like no footballer has written. Leather Soul proves him right.
320 pages, Hardcover
Published July 30, 2018
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Bob Murphy
3 books1 followerBob Murphy played for the Western Bulldogs for 17 years and was their captain from 2015 to 2017. In 2015 Murphy was named captain of the year at the AFL Players Association awards and was also captain of the All-Australian team. The following year, the Bulldogs won their first premiership in 62 years. Murphy has written regularly for The Age, and his first book was Murphy’s Lore.
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September 16, 2019
Bob Murphy is one of the rare sportspeople who is not only naturally gifted at their chosen sport, but with the written word too. Leather Soul has the definitive voice and feel of Bob throughout - like he has sat you down at the corner pub with a pint as he tells you his football stories. This book was at its best when Bob was writing about football – his footy IQ shone brightly, and his ability to transport me back to certain times, play-by-play was astounding.
There is only a 7 year age gap between Bob and I, so I was able to relate to many aspects of his life and growing up in Australia. In some ways, we are eerily too similar. We certainly share the same taste in music and coffee! I loved how Leather Soul was able to take me into the inner sanctum of my beloved Bulldogs. So much of my curiosity and questions about life in the Western Bulldogs were answered – including how Bob felt during our 2016 Premiership (which is no doubt a hot selling point of this book for Dogs fans).
Leather Soul is not your usual sports memoir, but then Bob Murphy was never your usual footballer. It’s as unorthodox as Bob’s personality. His chapter on the characters of the game was laugh-out-loud stuff and a highlight of the book – I can’t help but feel Bob should’ve perhaps named himself in that made-up team.
The brutality of the sport and the injuries are described in such a way that I felt like I needed a trip to the physio myself. Bob displays the same openness and vulnerability in his writing that he also displayed in his leadership style. It’s this element that makes Leather Soul such a gripping page-turner. Bob writes with beautiful flow and has a natural way with words, which makes even the mundane routine of training or daily grind a joy to read.
The book jumps around in time a little, but it does so quite effectively. Effortlessly shifting gears from childhood, early career or present day kept things interesting. Leather Soul was never at risk of falling into the boring, by-the-numbers memoir. Bob’s talk of opponents and on-field sledging was particularly fascinating and funny.
The brutality of AFL football was never far away – whether it be the physical pain of injuries or the injustice of Bob’s career. Bob clearly has a healthy perspective and level of self-awareness though. The closing chapter was a beautiful reflection on the game, life and love and not-so-surprisingly, an emotional way to end what was a fantastic book.
A must-read for Western Bulldogs supporters and AFL fans.
There is only a 7 year age gap between Bob and I, so I was able to relate to many aspects of his life and growing up in Australia. In some ways, we are eerily too similar. We certainly share the same taste in music and coffee! I loved how Leather Soul was able to take me into the inner sanctum of my beloved Bulldogs. So much of my curiosity and questions about life in the Western Bulldogs were answered – including how Bob felt during our 2016 Premiership (which is no doubt a hot selling point of this book for Dogs fans).
Leather Soul is not your usual sports memoir, but then Bob Murphy was never your usual footballer. It’s as unorthodox as Bob’s personality. His chapter on the characters of the game was laugh-out-loud stuff and a highlight of the book – I can’t help but feel Bob should’ve perhaps named himself in that made-up team.
The brutality of the sport and the injuries are described in such a way that I felt like I needed a trip to the physio myself. Bob displays the same openness and vulnerability in his writing that he also displayed in his leadership style. It’s this element that makes Leather Soul such a gripping page-turner. Bob writes with beautiful flow and has a natural way with words, which makes even the mundane routine of training or daily grind a joy to read.
The book jumps around in time a little, but it does so quite effectively. Effortlessly shifting gears from childhood, early career or present day kept things interesting. Leather Soul was never at risk of falling into the boring, by-the-numbers memoir. Bob’s talk of opponents and on-field sledging was particularly fascinating and funny.
The brutality of AFL football was never far away – whether it be the physical pain of injuries or the injustice of Bob’s career. Bob clearly has a healthy perspective and level of self-awareness though. The closing chapter was a beautiful reflection on the game, life and love and not-so-surprisingly, an emotional way to end what was a fantastic book.
A must-read for Western Bulldogs supporters and AFL fans.
September 7, 2018
In this year’s Herald Sun popularity poll for most popular AFL player, Adelaide’s indigenous, buzzing goal-sneak, Eddie Betts, was the clear and expected winner. He is a ‘character’ in what some (not me) claim is becoming a characterless robotic game. It’s hard not being drawn to Eddie’s big smile, the passion with which he plays and his delight in scoring a major. But, for several years on the trot, the Sun’s accolade went to a Western Bulldog’s player. Just as the Doggies were most people’s second favourite team, so Bob Murphy was the player all and sundry admired – me included. He was always second on my list behind Luke Hodge, just above Cyril.
He was rated highly for his loyalty to his guernsey for a team that had a long history of occasionally challenging for, but never making, the big dance – that is, until the fairy tale that was 2016. Mostly, though, they were cellar dwellers. Their previous premiership was way back in the fifties. They were the team from the oft struggle towns that formed the western suburbs. And arguably the heart and soul of the ‘Sons of the West’ was Captain Bob. But he has another string to his bow that earns equal kudos from me. He can write.
Mentored by Martin Flanagan and other doyens at the Age, he developed his own voice and style. Fingers crossed, he looks set to take on Flanagan’s mantle. So, unlike most from the world of footy, Robert Daniel Murphy would need no ghost writer for the saga of his career. He has hung up his boots, involved himself in the media, is more often than not sporting a flannie and now has ‘Leather Soul – a Half-back Flanker’s Rhythm and Blues’ on his CV. He has written with great aplomb to produce a page-turner. There’s candour, tales to tickle the funny bone and poignancy. What we sense from it all is Bob’s love of team, history, family, humanity and Aussie Rules. I urge all footy-lovers to purchase a copy, kick back and enjoy, as I did.
Reading ‘Leather Soul’ I found that I had a couple of very tenuous connections to the great Bulldog, nonetheless of which is the fact that a few weeks ago my Hawks-loving daughter actually got to meet him at a book signing. But there were also other cases of the two degrees of separation thing. Back in the eighties I was teaching in the north-western Tasmanian town of Wynyard. I was reasonably able in the classroom and had a handle on most aspects of the art of teaching. But, over the years, there was one skill I never mastered – the ability to tell identical twins apart. My colleagues always managed to do it, carefully explaining their subtle differences, but it was beyond me. So when the Atkins twins came along during those years I was all at sea – and they knew it. They milked my hopelessness for all they were worth too. Their talent lay more outside of the classroom though – revolving around the leather ball. Both, the experts predicted, would make the big league and soon after leaving school both Paul and Simon headed to VFL central – Melbourne. In the end only one climbed the mountain to the top.
Simon Atkins appears on page 47 of the book, but by the time he met the scrawny young lad turning out for Werribee, his own playing days at the pinnacle were over. The team was coached by Alistair Clarkson and Simon’s job was to make sure the young buck made it to training on time. My ex-pupil later became a runner for Footscray after contributing 127 games to their cause. He has a spot in the folklore of another team as well. He kicked the last goal for the Fitzroy Football Club. These days he manages a firm supplying cranes to construction sites.
The other link comes much later on in the memoir when the author relates a tale, in turn told to him by another ex-Taswegian in Butch Gale. It starred legendary bush coach, Frog Newman, who once used a dead (or alive depending on who’s telling) possum in an address to lacklustre players to spur them on to use more guts. Need I say more? Anyway, for a long time I taught in a school in a little village in the hills behind Wynyard and had the pleasure of instructing Frog’s two offspring in my classes – and lovely kids they were too.
Simon Atkins’ nickname, in his football days, was Axe and a highlight of this publication is Murphy’s list of the best monikers given out to often unwilling recipients during his time in the game. You’ll have to make a transaction of money to find out why certain identities were labeled ‘Lacka’, ‘Harvey Norman’ ‘The Mailman’, ‘The Lantern’ and best of all, ‘Clock’.
Bob’s adoration of his last coach Luke Beveridge resonates throughout the volume. LB is a bit of an eccentric in his own right, but certainly no Frog Newman. And the wordsmith also dishes out quite a deal of love to his teammates, particularly Matty Boyd and Ben (the Beard) Hudson. He fails to mention another noted eccentric, Brian Lake – perhaps because of his defection to my team – and is scathing with his assessment of Jason Akermanis. The latter seemed to have managed, during his time with the team, to get everyone completely offside.
Like Murphy himself as a footballing wizard, this is a lithe and immensely likeable read. The hero was known for his ‘…astounding performances on and off the field’ according to Beveridge. To my mind, in his action, Bob was a ‘glider’. He always seems to have eons of time on his side, despite the commotion going on around him, to glide away from packs, scanning upfield for options, hitting leading forwards with pinpoint accuracy.
And I glided through this product in print in a couple of sittings and I relished doing so. The writer now has his own show on Fox but it is my hope that the future will lead him to concentrate on his writing for, as Martin Flanagan tells us, ‘…there is only one Bob Murphy’.
He was rated highly for his loyalty to his guernsey for a team that had a long history of occasionally challenging for, but never making, the big dance – that is, until the fairy tale that was 2016. Mostly, though, they were cellar dwellers. Their previous premiership was way back in the fifties. They were the team from the oft struggle towns that formed the western suburbs. And arguably the heart and soul of the ‘Sons of the West’ was Captain Bob. But he has another string to his bow that earns equal kudos from me. He can write.
Mentored by Martin Flanagan and other doyens at the Age, he developed his own voice and style. Fingers crossed, he looks set to take on Flanagan’s mantle. So, unlike most from the world of footy, Robert Daniel Murphy would need no ghost writer for the saga of his career. He has hung up his boots, involved himself in the media, is more often than not sporting a flannie and now has ‘Leather Soul – a Half-back Flanker’s Rhythm and Blues’ on his CV. He has written with great aplomb to produce a page-turner. There’s candour, tales to tickle the funny bone and poignancy. What we sense from it all is Bob’s love of team, history, family, humanity and Aussie Rules. I urge all footy-lovers to purchase a copy, kick back and enjoy, as I did.
Reading ‘Leather Soul’ I found that I had a couple of very tenuous connections to the great Bulldog, nonetheless of which is the fact that a few weeks ago my Hawks-loving daughter actually got to meet him at a book signing. But there were also other cases of the two degrees of separation thing. Back in the eighties I was teaching in the north-western Tasmanian town of Wynyard. I was reasonably able in the classroom and had a handle on most aspects of the art of teaching. But, over the years, there was one skill I never mastered – the ability to tell identical twins apart. My colleagues always managed to do it, carefully explaining their subtle differences, but it was beyond me. So when the Atkins twins came along during those years I was all at sea – and they knew it. They milked my hopelessness for all they were worth too. Their talent lay more outside of the classroom though – revolving around the leather ball. Both, the experts predicted, would make the big league and soon after leaving school both Paul and Simon headed to VFL central – Melbourne. In the end only one climbed the mountain to the top.
Simon Atkins appears on page 47 of the book, but by the time he met the scrawny young lad turning out for Werribee, his own playing days at the pinnacle were over. The team was coached by Alistair Clarkson and Simon’s job was to make sure the young buck made it to training on time. My ex-pupil later became a runner for Footscray after contributing 127 games to their cause. He has a spot in the folklore of another team as well. He kicked the last goal for the Fitzroy Football Club. These days he manages a firm supplying cranes to construction sites.
The other link comes much later on in the memoir when the author relates a tale, in turn told to him by another ex-Taswegian in Butch Gale. It starred legendary bush coach, Frog Newman, who once used a dead (or alive depending on who’s telling) possum in an address to lacklustre players to spur them on to use more guts. Need I say more? Anyway, for a long time I taught in a school in a little village in the hills behind Wynyard and had the pleasure of instructing Frog’s two offspring in my classes – and lovely kids they were too.
Simon Atkins’ nickname, in his football days, was Axe and a highlight of this publication is Murphy’s list of the best monikers given out to often unwilling recipients during his time in the game. You’ll have to make a transaction of money to find out why certain identities were labeled ‘Lacka’, ‘Harvey Norman’ ‘The Mailman’, ‘The Lantern’ and best of all, ‘Clock’.
Bob’s adoration of his last coach Luke Beveridge resonates throughout the volume. LB is a bit of an eccentric in his own right, but certainly no Frog Newman. And the wordsmith also dishes out quite a deal of love to his teammates, particularly Matty Boyd and Ben (the Beard) Hudson. He fails to mention another noted eccentric, Brian Lake – perhaps because of his defection to my team – and is scathing with his assessment of Jason Akermanis. The latter seemed to have managed, during his time with the team, to get everyone completely offside.
Like Murphy himself as a footballing wizard, this is a lithe and immensely likeable read. The hero was known for his ‘…astounding performances on and off the field’ according to Beveridge. To my mind, in his action, Bob was a ‘glider’. He always seems to have eons of time on his side, despite the commotion going on around him, to glide away from packs, scanning upfield for options, hitting leading forwards with pinpoint accuracy.
And I glided through this product in print in a couple of sittings and I relished doing so. The writer now has his own show on Fox but it is my hope that the future will lead him to concentrate on his writing for, as Martin Flanagan tells us, ‘…there is only one Bob Murphy’.
July 22, 2018
What a great adventure into the life of one of football's most loved characters. I laughed, cried and I even flinched at the raw accounts of games and smiled as Bob talks of the true loves of his life - his family. I would recommend this to anyone football fan or not. I hope he keeps on his writing journey.
August 19, 2021
4.5 stars
It took me 9ish months with reading it in between books but here we are! My dad recommended this book to me and it’s not something I’d normally read, but I really enjoyed it.
It took me 9ish months with reading it in between books but here we are! My dad recommended this book to me and it’s not something I’d normally read, but I really enjoyed it.
May 18, 2021
I’m so glad when I decided to barrack for the Bulldogs, I decided the number I wanted on the back of my jersey was Bob’s 2. Such a character and has an amazing writing style that just hooks you. Heartbreakingly beautiful story.
July 30, 2020
I wouldn't normally read this kind of autobiography but I love Bob. This was a great read. His retelling of the morning of the 2016 grand final was devastating. A relaxed read.
May 17, 2020
I like Bob as a personality and I like his writing for the Age. Sadly, only a few chapters of the book reflect his true talent as a writer. The final chapter is fantastic. But the vast majority of the book is sparse, factual and anecdotal. When Bob plays his first AFL game it feels as if it is written by a cold ghost writer. There is a complete failure to express much of the emotion in key moments of his career, and his life. It’s a shame because he can be a talented writer and an inspiring figure. But I’m left feeling like I’ve read a well-written Wikipedia page. It’s just a bit too cold, distant and factual at times. Then he turns on the warmth on occasions and you’re hooked again. It’s inconsistent in this way. It’s a shame he kept his most profound writing for the last chapter only. Worth the read, and I am glad I did. But, it’s a bittersweet experience because you know Bob is capable of so much more when it comes to writing.
November 1, 2020
I love footy, but even more than footy I love the stories and fables that go along with it. No one does it quite like Bob.
While this is a footy book, it’s not your stock-standard book. In bygone days I used to love his articles in The Age which again were not your standard footy articles. I remember one where he went into detail music in the weights room and how he would play Steve Earle if ever given the opportunity to play DJ.
Bob Murphy seems like a guy who would be happier at the Meredith Music Festival than the hyper macho world of the locker room.
This book takes the reader through his career but also the mental torment of a season ending knee injury in which his team, the team he captained broke their drought and won the premiership for the first time in 62 years.
Honestly, the book is worth the price of admission alone for the chapter and descriptions of his all time team of ‘footy characters’.
Brilliant, 5 stars
While this is a footy book, it’s not your stock-standard book. In bygone days I used to love his articles in The Age which again were not your standard footy articles. I remember one where he went into detail music in the weights room and how he would play Steve Earle if ever given the opportunity to play DJ.
Bob Murphy seems like a guy who would be happier at the Meredith Music Festival than the hyper macho world of the locker room.
This book takes the reader through his career but also the mental torment of a season ending knee injury in which his team, the team he captained broke their drought and won the premiership for the first time in 62 years.
Honestly, the book is worth the price of admission alone for the chapter and descriptions of his all time team of ‘footy characters’.
Brilliant, 5 stars
September 8, 2018
As a huge bulldogs and Bob Murphy fan I couldn’t wait to read this book and it didn’t disappoint. I laughed out loud and cried tears during different chapters. Bob has a gift of taking you to the centre of the subject but also in describing the periphery in a unique and interesting way. He is a lover of people and the science of football. The game is a little less without him playing but as he says “ he gave it his all”. However his way with words and love of writing opens up a whole new career.
September 7, 2018
Bob Murphy’s Leather Soul is a journey into the football world and gives an insight into the passion and persistence of a true believer and the trials of a melbourne club, Western Bulldogs. There is an intensity, but also a laconic feel to the story. The book was an easy ride, but contributed a heart and soul to the commercialization of the sporting world. Great read.
October 5, 2020
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Bob provides a simple, sometimes emotional but eloquent insight into the endless routine and humans involved in a footy club.
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Bob provides a simple, sometimes emotional but eloquent insight into the endless routine and humans involved in a footy club.
Alicia - The Book Grocer
October 5, 2018
Not your run of the mill footy autobiography. Seems like it may have been a cathartic attempt to answer so many questions about missing that premiership. Can still sense the hurt in amongst the obvious pride. A must read for all sports fans.
September 5, 2018
Loved it. Bob writes in a way that you feel invested. A beautiful tribute. To the game and team he loves. Humorous. Intelligent. Passionate. Honest. And he loves his wife.
October 3, 2018
Disappointing. Found it all a bit self indulgent.
October 5, 2018
Loved this book - even though I am not a footy fan! It reminded me of growing up in suburban Melbourne. It is beautifully written - touching, funny and lyrical. I’d highly recommend this book.
December 24, 2018
For any fan of Bob, his journey, his 'rascals' on AFL360, you will adore this book
July 2, 2019
Even though I'm not an AFL fans, but this book is very good. I'm sure Bulldogs supporters will love it.
September 2, 2019
love reading this. bob murphy is such a beautiful person and deserves the world
October 6, 2019
A nice easy read
November 19, 2025
Some chapters great, others a little weak.
November 26, 2025
My type of footballer. No need for the spotlight Bob.
August 11, 2024
Bob was so unlucky to miss out on playing in his one chance to win a premiership. Such a great player, and he can certainly write a good story. Well worth a read.
April 26, 2025
Bob Murphy is that rare kind of sportsperson whose life is just as interesting off the field as it was impressive on it.
He is remarkably literate and a man of well-known interests, among them flannel shirts and Australian rock music, particularly that found in pubs. Murphy’s great gift, revealed early in his newspaper column and television appearances while still a player, was to observe football culture and indeed popular culture more broadly, thereby providing insight into the community he joined as a raw 17 year old.
In retrospect, Murphy’s media career looks planned, but I’m sure it wasn’t, more likely one thing led to another. Initially a footy show guest, renowned for presenting ‘rascalish’ behaviour from the games, he did an interview series, but mainly musicians, entertainers and former Prime Minster Julia Gillard. He then co-presented an afternoon sports show, did podcasts and is currently a breakfast host on Melbourne radio.
This book is about his early life and football, juxtaposed throughout with an account of the Western Bulldog’s Premiership he missed, out for a year with a ruptured ACL. As Captain of his club, he watched their triumph in 2016 from the sidelines, as defining an event in a sportsman’s life as you could imagine. However, far from weighing too heavily, it has become part of his charm, through his grace in accepting his fate. It brings richness to his public persona which comes from a country upbringing in Warragul, Victoria; the son of a former nun and a former priest who left their seminary lives and had a family.
It’s a good story well told (not ghosted), and even though it contains a genuine hard-luck story, this does not define him, as such circumstances often define others. The way life is panning out for Bob Murphy, he may well be remembered more for his post football career than for his playing days. Future governor of Victoria perhaps? There are precedents.
He is remarkably literate and a man of well-known interests, among them flannel shirts and Australian rock music, particularly that found in pubs. Murphy’s great gift, revealed early in his newspaper column and television appearances while still a player, was to observe football culture and indeed popular culture more broadly, thereby providing insight into the community he joined as a raw 17 year old.
In retrospect, Murphy’s media career looks planned, but I’m sure it wasn’t, more likely one thing led to another. Initially a footy show guest, renowned for presenting ‘rascalish’ behaviour from the games, he did an interview series, but mainly musicians, entertainers and former Prime Minster Julia Gillard. He then co-presented an afternoon sports show, did podcasts and is currently a breakfast host on Melbourne radio.
This book is about his early life and football, juxtaposed throughout with an account of the Western Bulldog’s Premiership he missed, out for a year with a ruptured ACL. As Captain of his club, he watched their triumph in 2016 from the sidelines, as defining an event in a sportsman’s life as you could imagine. However, far from weighing too heavily, it has become part of his charm, through his grace in accepting his fate. It brings richness to his public persona which comes from a country upbringing in Warragul, Victoria; the son of a former nun and a former priest who left their seminary lives and had a family.
It’s a good story well told (not ghosted), and even though it contains a genuine hard-luck story, this does not define him, as such circumstances often define others. The way life is panning out for Bob Murphy, he may well be remembered more for his post football career than for his playing days. Future governor of Victoria perhaps? There are precedents.
August 22, 2023
(5/10) There are good observations here for a football fan about the emotional realities of life in football, some of which are quite poignant. I don't know if Bob Murphy is the cultural outsider to football that he thinks he is, but he's decent at describing it with at least a slight critical eye. If you want insight into footballers' mental states during various games, this is quite interesting.
My main criticism of the book is that there's wayyy too much of it. It needs editing real bad. The 'Characters I met in football' chapter is particularly egregious, running an insane amount of pages and kind of hilariously proving the opposite of its contention: in support of the claim that there are still characters in football, Murphy mostly tells a set of the lamest mad-lad anecdotes you've ever heard, interspersed with a couple that are borderline psychopathic. But a lot of the book is like that, someone just needed to tell Murph that not all his stories are entertaining/have a moral/have a beginning, middle, and/or ending. This goes for the spiritual stuff about his opinions on music and coffee etc too. I'm an obsessive about both football and coffee, and even I don't care about Bob Murphy's opinions on coffee.
My main criticism of the book is that there's wayyy too much of it. It needs editing real bad. The 'Characters I met in football' chapter is particularly egregious, running an insane amount of pages and kind of hilariously proving the opposite of its contention: in support of the claim that there are still characters in football, Murphy mostly tells a set of the lamest mad-lad anecdotes you've ever heard, interspersed with a couple that are borderline psychopathic. But a lot of the book is like that, someone just needed to tell Murph that not all his stories are entertaining/have a moral/have a beginning, middle, and/or ending. This goes for the spiritual stuff about his opinions on music and coffee etc too. I'm an obsessive about both football and coffee, and even I don't care about Bob Murphy's opinions on coffee.
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