Welcome to the edge of the world. To Hartlepools-
You can drop off the edge of the world at Hartlepools. On the beach at Seaton Carew.
Bottom of the entire Football League and up for re-election again-
Many men will never know. Many will never understand-
Heaven is here. Here where the Victoria Ground was cursed by a Zeppelin bomb, here
where the roofs now leak and there are buckets in the boardroom to catch the rain, where the stand is made of wood and the terraces are covered in chicken feathers, where the chairman is a five-foot millionaire who made his money as a credit draper and who bugs your office and your house, and where the players are adulterers, drunks, thieves and gamblers who play in their street socks. This is heaven here.

Anyone else get goosebumps reading this ?
(No need to reply Mr Atweasle)
The Damned United -fictional account of Clough's 60 days at Leeds (with flashbacks, obviously)

Yeah.

And??

it still is, isn't it?

I posted a large (witty and interesting) review of that book about a year ago and hardly any of you fuckers replied to it.
Great book