Modern Football is STILL Rubbish

When the first book came out we duly handed in our resignations at work the night before
and sat by the phone waiting for the flood of high-profile media appointments to rush in.
We expected to heralded as heroes, two middle-aged blokes brave enough stand up and tell THE TRUTH. We imagined the hegemony of world football would crumble before our very eyes. We expected Michel Platini to handover the keys to the castle (chateaux?). We thought we’d be running the game by 4pm on the day of the book’s launch. At the very least we expected an interview with Simon Mayo on Five Live. Surprisingly, nothing happened. Not a thing.

So this time, we’re going to carry on as normal. But should a string of postponements cause the Shrewsbury Chronicle to run a review by way of a space filler. You’ll be the first to know.

This is the one

The mainstream media chose to ignore our clarion call, but football fans of a certain age responded in their droves. MFIR stormed the Amazon charts for two Christmas’ in a row – bagging Top 10 rankings in their football section. It was a word-of-mouth revolution that drew parallels with The Stone Roses debut LP back in the summer of ’89. Suddenly, cool kids everywhere (alright, not so cool 30/40 somethings) were reading MFIR and nodding their heads sagely at our words of wisdom. Although (fortunately) no one went as far as spray painting ‘Modern Football is Rubbish’ on bridges over the M6.

We just hope the new book doesn’t get the same lukewarm reception as ‘The Second Coming’. Just to be on the safe side we’ve eschewed the Led Zep riffs in favour of more of the same: a healthy mix of nostalgia and cynicism. 

So get out there. Buy the book. Tell your mates. Kick start the revolution.

PS Reports of Sepp Blatter, strolling the halls of FIFA towers, holding a copy of MFISR whilst humming Bye, Bye Badman are, as yet, unconfirmed.