I have no experience whatsoever of Man City (apart from attending an extremely dull cup game at the old Maine Road against Swindon Town in early 2002, can't remember the score other than it was a draw) so I'm not in a position to sit in judgement. What I will say is that every single person who can remotely be considered a football fan knows not to trust these hooligan books an inch. It is well known that, while they usually contain a kernel of truth, the publishers usually ask the hoolies to "improve" their memories ie invent stories. And we are talking about people who you wouldn't expect to have any qualms about doing so.
I did once read something half decent by Irvine Welsh, who has written a lot of bullshit on the subject, in which he acknowledged he was only on the fringes of the Capital City Service and said every single casual at one time or another has run away or failed to stand their ground. Apart from that, my eyes go past those books in Waterstones to the biographies of Puskas or whatever.
I don't particularly have a problem with consenting adults battering fuck out of each other - I've always thought they should do it on the pitch as half time entertainment - but anyone who went to a game in the late 80s/early 90s peak of Scottish casuals knows the stuff about hooligan "codes of honour", not attacking "civillians" with scarves and flasks, is rubbish. Also, like most young males of my generation I've been involved in the odd bit of handbags. But ultimately I'm a lover, not a fighter (cue snorts of derision from mrs hibee).
I did once read something half decent by Irvine Welsh, who has written a lot of bullshit on the subject, in which he acknowledged he was only on the fringes of the Capital City Service and said every single casual at one time or another has run away or failed to stand their ground. Apart from that, my eyes go past those books in Waterstones to the biographies of Puskas or whatever.
I don't particularly have a problem with consenting adults battering fuck out of each other - I've always thought they should do it on the pitch as half time entertainment - but anyone who went to a game in the late 80s/early 90s peak of Scottish casuals knows the stuff about hooligan "codes of honour", not attacking "civillians" with scarves and flasks, is rubbish. Also, like most young males of my generation I've been involved in the odd bit of handbags. But ultimately I'm a lover, not a fighter (cue snorts of derision from mrs hibee).