This book was exceedingly violent, foul, and depressing - and one hell of a read. It also convinced me that I will never attend a soccer game in Europe. ( )

Suggests hooligans are/were more organized than I expected. ( )

Pretty good insight into mob mentality and funny anecdotes of the author's time in England. ( )

Very interesting despite some flaws. It would have been helpful for context if Buford had shown how the firms are a minority of the supporters. The most popular sport in the world is followed by all classes, ages, ect. Some of the descriptions make it sound as if only thugs are attracted to soccer.

The account of rioting violence in Italy at the beginning and end of the novel was by far the most fascinating for me. The power of the crowd and the desire for an "us against them" struggle is mysterious and seductive.

I would love to see an updated chapter/afterwards that reflects on how this phenomenon has changed since publication. ( )

Reading this after seeing it on Asa's list and my Mom's bookshelf. Not for the faint of heart! Be warned! This alternates between high comedy and horrifying violence: a literal "riot"! But what I liked best about this book though was the narrator. Where gonzo journalism usually tends to be excessively self-aware, either in the American tradition (I was driving THIS and fucked up on THAT) or the British tradition (forgive my mincing but oh me, oh my!) this book is written by a BUDDY. You're always right there with him: too drunk to keep up, fists clenched for no reasons, grossed out and slightly terrified by your new "friends", etc. Excellent, excellent book: a hoot, a riot, a real roller coaster! ( )