RED AND YELLOW FOREVER BOOK REVIEW - September 1996
| Look, it's no use, I can't do it. There's a
picture of Robert W Reid on the back of this book, and he's a lovely,
harmless-looking, white-haired old man. Someone's grandpa, you know? He's been
going to see Partick Thistle for about 50 years, which is both a good excuse for almost
anything and a fitting punishment for all but the most heinous crimes. The book's
clearly a labour of love, by a fan with a typewriter, as so many of these club history
efforts are, and I just can't bring myself to point out that it's a quite
breathtakingly appalling affair, written with a singular lack of excitement regarding even
the club's most thrilling moments (a frankly astounding 4-1 League Cup Final victory
over Celtic in 1971), a total lack of narrative structure (it's so chronologically
all-over-the-place and ill-explained that half the time you don't even know what
decade the poor old sod's talking about), and a grasp of the art of creative writing
(every other word is adorned with an exclamation mark, inverted commas or both)
that's eclipsed by most six-year-old children. In fact, it's - Oh bugger. VERDICT: He fought in the war for the likes of us. * |
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