A bit different this one, in that it’s told primarily from the perspective of a victim of hooliganism rather than the protagonists. The victim himself is a bit of a middle class twonk, but the writer does a good job of making you feel sorry for him (and the rest of his family) as the violence gets ramped up.
There’s an attempt to explain why the main hooligan is so vicious, but while I’m sure the middle class do-gooders will nod their heads sagely when they read it, that part didn’t really work for me. I won’t give anything away, but they are the sort of excuses solicitors always come out with when defending someone in court. Judges never buy it, and neither did I. The book would have been a lot better without that aspect, just leaving him as a vicious thug with no redeeming features.
It’s a pretty fast-paced book, with a fair few twists and turns along the way. Some of the violence made me cringe, which isn’t an easy thing to do, and that alone makes me want to go and see what else he’s written.