Mildly amusing. A light SciFi comedy with a style vaguely similar to Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, in that the humour often relies on contemporary characters finding themselves in an unexpected, exotic and quite unbelievable SciFi scenario.
There is a strict entry requirement before you read this - you must be familiar with football players and coaches from English football about 25+ years ago, especially the provincially minded and sometimes mediocre British players from before the period when the English league has been enriched by the best from around the world.
The story starts after we discover that Earth has been destroyed by an aggressive alien race. Other beings from around the Galaxy have evacuated whoever is left from Earth to distant, scattered planets. Kevin Keegan is our first person narrator, someone who in real life was an excellent football player, and more recently a coach/manager of teams with varying success, including England for a spell. On the planet where he’s an evacuee Keegan manages an indifferent football team, in a galactic league. Typical attendance of about 35 spectators.
The humour, and I found it a bit limited in scope, centres on Keegan and his fellow footballers often being shocked that their efforts with the football team take second place to the galactic war taking place around them, and impending annihilation. Why can’t anyone else see that 3 league points from a win next weekend is more important than life and death..?! Also the rather stilted, cliched, language employed by professional footballers.
The plot is mildly amusing, reaching a chuckle level, though incredibly unlikely and contrived, with alien spies, hostile natives on the planet, unexpected godlike powers from one of Keegan’s assistants, a rather sympathetic robot and, shock of shocks, financial pressures on Keegan’s team threatening closure....
I enjoyed it because of the frequent references to footballers I was familiar with, and the rather unsophisticated humour coming from the incomprehension of everyday characters, whose interests extend only to football, placed in a scenario where their sport is secondary to potential galactic scale apocalypse. You really will not like this book unless you understand the references to English footballers of a previous generation!
Probably only 3* humour but because I’m a Football fan of the right age then 4* from me and a recommendation to my fellow football loving friends. Also a heart warming message coming from the camaraderie of a team!
“And yes, okay, there are some people who believe that funding a football team during a time of galactic war is an appalling frivolity – I won’t name names, that’s not my style, but General Leigh is one of them.”
“This is General Lawrence Leigh, commander of the Palangonian Compound,’ he said, sounding so far up his own backside that his head was practically coming up through his throat.”