The paperback version of this got a bit of a slating for being a cheap ripoff of Richard Allen, but I think that’s more than a bit unfair really. Richard Allen didn’t have a monopoly on Skinhead characters, and at least this one is written by someone who actually knew something about skinhead culture (unlike Richard Allen himself). The difference between skinheads and boneheads, for example, was obviously beyond Richard Allen’s comprehension.
It’s not classic literature, and was never intended to be. It’s a short (much shorter, even, than Richard Allen’s books) story featuring the type of characters few people seem to be interested in writing about, aimed directly at people who identify themselves with those characters.
You get pretty much what it says on the cover – skinheads, sex, violence and football. Anyone expecting to find some deep, profound meaning is looking in the wrong place.