Press Release Summary: Here is a story of one man and his unwilling buddy who form a football team and strive to bring colour and self-esteem into the lives of a rag bag bunch of thirteen year old scallies.
Press Release Body: Fast approaching forty, life's experiences haven't mellowed Terry Gallagher any; angry and disillusioned; sickened by the mindless violence all around him and trying to come to terms with his own thuggish past, a legacy of life on the Broughton estates, he decides to make good.
On a forgotten piece of waste ground the lads shape their adopted home. With stolen scaffolding for goalposts and a twenty-four hour pitch surveillance protection programme patrolled through the telescopic sight of a .22 air rifle, this bunch of dead end kids begin their footballing adventure. From an inauspicious start in the local Junior District Football League to potential glory in the prestigious County Cup, for Terry Gallagher and West Broughton Albion, the season unfolds amidst a backdrop of manic depression, squalor, depravity, heroin addiction, yardies, guns and death; where a web of bizarre and tragic circumstances transpire to push the mental state of this reluctant philanthropist to the limit and ultimately tip him over the edge.
About the Author:
Derryl Flynn lives in West Yorkshire, England. The seeds to this story were planted during the author's five-year stint as a football coach/manager in the Bradford and district junior leagues. Derryl studied Film, Theatre and Television at Bradford Art College during the seventies. He is currently working on his next novel entitled Scrapyard Blues which is about a young musician given a life sentence for a murder he didn't commit.
Excerpt from the book:
\"A kaleidoscope of colour they weren't. The array of kit and club colours on display, although varied, certainly wasn't up to date. Some were sporting tops faded and baggy like they'd been boil-washed a million times. Others in gear that was either so tight it was obviously a Christmas present from days of yore, or so big it had been purloined from an older brother's wardrobe. Others weren't in what you could describe kit at all and even a couple of kids had turned up in school uniform. The footwear was even less impressive, and Terry's heart sank a little as he looked at what some of these kids had to walk around in. For some, what they had on their feet now was all they possessed, be it a shoe, a trainer or a boot. Those who wore Nike's or Addidas gave themselves away as being skilled shoplifters rather than affluent.
This bunch of lads looked as grey and depressing as the background from which they came. Terry knew his job was to bring a bit of colour into their lives. He was under no illusions. He knew it wouldn't be easy. He looked around this scruffy little bunch of oiks, who despite their raggedness seemed keen enough. No, he thought to himself, it wasn't going to be easy, but it all starts here.\"
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