Title: Awful Pulp Fiction
Product review: This book is a very clumsy attempt to update the pulp fiction of Richard Allen's "Skinhead" series to the modern "casual" scene that was big in the early to mid-1980s in the UK. Unfortunately, Anderson can't write a lick: the plot is the oldest in the world, and the characters are beyond cardboard. He can't even make the violence and sex at all interesting. Don't you dare waste your time with this. If you want authentic pulp fiction, stick to the master: Richard Allen. If you want interesting fiction about football hooligans, stick to John King's impressive trilogy (The Football Factory, Headhunters, England Away) or Kevin Sampson's Awaydays.
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