Title: One Football No Nets
Author: Justin Walley
Publsiher: Bennion Kearney
Pps: 340 including closing photos
Price: ??
ISBN: 978-1-910515-64-8

I had my doubts when I was offered a copy of this book to review but I thought the underlying concept, of an amateur football coach becoming the national team manager of Matabeleland in 2017, sounded intriguing, particularly given the promised involvement of Bruce Grobelaar, the one-time Liverpool goalkeeper who effortlessly creates a stir wherever he happens to go.
It is actually quite well written, as a combination of unifying narrative and diary entries detailing the journey from an extremely unpromising start (a clue is in the title) to the CONIFA World Football Cup in London in 2018 (not a competition of which I have ever heard but featuring also the Isle of Man and Tibet, the latter of which, we discover, has been screwed over by Yorkshire).
But - and this is where my doubts about its being another self-publishing venture re-awoke - when you use the word 'peddle' instead of 'pedal' as the author does on page five (I found myself cycling home, so tired I could barely peddle'), it suggests a certain element of basic illiteracy in regard to two different words on behalf of the author or of whoever edited the book. A shame, because that puts me right off. Exacerbating matters is an unfortunate formula of words on page six in which the author says 'I would return there this year to aid the dire plight of the elephants'. I can work out what he means but it is clumsy to say the least.
These howlers are a shame, as Walley's description of the religious Colditz (his exact words) in Macedonia where he accidently finds himself on retreat with a group of young men who could be bona fide ex-prisoners or on the run, is gripping.
The chapter titles show a level of wit and ability to grab the reader's attention (If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans; Aim low and work upwards; WIndolene smuggling; Frogger; 17 players and a truck) and the story itself is strong enough to persuade the reader to continue. Walley is good at word pictures, of that there is little or no doubt. En passant, he paints a portrait of the economic collapse of Zimbabwe and the third world challenges faced by people who are little more than children losing parents.
I can, hand on heart, recommend giving it a go, but without knowing the price I can equally say hand on heart that I don't know whether it represents value for money. I have looked everywhere you would expect it to be but just can't see it.
Free money: nothing new under the sun
Reading this morning about the European Central Bank its targetted longer-term refinancing operations (TLTROs, or free money) I recalled a fascinating episode from history, recounted in Money, The Unauthorised Biography, by Felix Martin, a most excellent reading adventure.
When Emperor Tiberius in AD 33 enforced a law introduced by Julius Caesar, he caused a credit crunch. “All the familiar features of a modern banking crisis followed,” writes Felix Martin.
“There was a mad scramble to call in loans in order to comply. The property market collapsed as mortgaged land was fire-sold to fund repayments. Mass bankruptcy threatened to engulf the financial system. With Rome in the grip of a credit crunch, the emperor was forced to implement a massive bailout.
“The Imperial treasury refinanced the overextended lenders with a 100 million sesterces programme of three-year interest-free loans against security of deliberately overvalued real estate.”
Nothing new under the sun, eh?
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