On the surface, this is not my kind of book. A memoir about a boy's obsession with football? And it's not even American football, of which I have passable knowledge, but instead English football, what we call soccer and I call boring. But combine Hornby's humbling style on the topic of obsessions of any kind, and I'm completely captivated. His gift for chord striking is glaringly apparent here, as he weaves a familiar and affecting coming-of-age story both on and off the pitch. A brilliant story that pairs passion with nostalgia and leaves you craving more.