Surprising it's taken me so long to read one of the few classic novels about football. It's very strange, and has the feeling of a pre-war book, but was actually written in the'70s, so references to televised matches and Alan Hardaker jar. An eccentric Roy of the Rovers story of how a village team take on all comers and make it to the FA cup final where they beat Rangers, with some odd incidents and characters along the way. J.L. Car was obviously enjoying himself immensely writing this flight of fancy, but I'm not sure it should be considered a classic.
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