Fever Pitch

I genuinely don't know if I like this book because it's good or because it's about Arsenal. I like to think it's the former, and the latter was just what made me pick it up.

A well-written entertaining memoir of a football obsessive and the highs and lows of fandom. He does not hold back from painting the full picture of his addiction, regardless of how it makes him look. I was laughing at a few of the moments I could relate to far too much. This book will obviously appeal to men who can relate to these sort of feelings - whether it's about football or something else - but I like to think anyone could read this and still enjoy it.

I am nowhere near as big a fan as him, I will hold my hand up and admit it, but I'd be lying if I said this didn't leave me a little more obsessed with the Gunners, and football in general.

It was also nice to hear how boring Arsenal were in the 70's after having to endure the 2010's.

i first thought it was a romcom fiction book (cause that's what the adaptation is) and i was 20% in before I realized i was mistaken. It was still a good read, having been stung and tortured by loving a cursed football team i could only empathize, even though I have never been interested in English football or know any of their players. There is a realization that watching football has nothing to do with entertainment and thus comes the book to wonder why so many people go through it. And even though I have decided to quit caring about football (the semi-final loss of Brazil against Germany 7-1 can do that) i still did name my cat after a Brazilian footballer cause really you can never stop caring.

A beautiful life story of a gooner comprising ups and downs just like Arsenal. The similarities he find between his life and the Arsenal club are brilliant.
Must read for every fan!

I came to Fever Pitch in a slightly roundabout way. I'm seeing someone with a couple of Nick Hornby books on her shelf, and feeling I had read some rather poor books recently – and that few of my ways to book recommendations were leading me to books I enjoyed of late – I had been thinking of giving Hornby a go. I still procrastinated it for a while, but I was thinking fondly, recently, of my experience with Jonathan Tropper and I happened to see something online comparing the two.

So I looked up Hornby on Amazon's Kindle store, and resolved to sort by highest customer rating and read whatever bubbled to the top. I didn't expect it to be Fever Pitch, at least not once I understood that it wasn't a novel and was therefore not quite what I was hoping for. But, I decided, what the hell. My own judgment wasn't leading me to good choices lately anyway.

The result was mixed. Fever Pitch isn't a complete autobiography of any sort. It's a memoir about being a soccer obsessive, and specifically an Arsenal obsessive. (If you're mentally upbraiding me for calling it “soccer” and not “football,” please don't bother. The English coined the term “soccer” in the first place, and sneering at it is an ugly, particularly tribal sort of anti-American derision. I use it here where I might use “football” elsewhere because it permits no confusion and because the bulk of my Goodreads friends are American.)

Hornby is not a soccer fan in the same way you might imagine if you aren't well acquainted with the game. He is a die-hard, the sort for whom soccer results are deadly serious and apt to overshadow any other news, good or bad. He comments early on that the book is therefore primarily for either obsessives like him or people on the outside who want to know what it's like to live with such an obsession. I am neither, really. I count myself a soccer fan, and support a couple of teams in different leagues. I appreciate a beautiful play as much as anyone, and a victory for my side does put me in a better mood. But I don't live and die by results and I don't have or want the sort of recall necessary to remember the squad from a decade ago or the particulars of a match from someone else's Cup final. I lack both the proximity and the distance he describes.

So here is where the trouble begins for me. The book is not long, some 270 pages or so, but it's consumed, as I now know Hornby to be as well, with details. It makes it a bit of a slog at times, lacking the obsession (particularly with Arsenal, who are not my team) to really care about minor details. Hornby has an essentially simple thesis – “I am a diehard Arsenal supporter and here is evidence of my obsession” – and he runs into a fundamental contradiction. I don't care enough to want to read all of these match details, but did he not feel compelled to include all of them it would undermine his own thesis. The result is that I enjoyed myself a fair bit for perhaps 50% of the book, and then I was ready to be done.

Another recurring issue for me, and I will have a caveat about this in a moment, is that Hornby is an unrelenting homer. He has to be for the book to make any sense, but it's aggravating nonetheless. Here comes the caveat: if I remember correctly, this book was written around 1991, long before I paid any attention to professional soccer. Hornby is convinced that Arsenal are universally hated and perennially cursed with terrible fortune. Perhaps it was true then; I really don't know, but I doubt it. But Arsenal have finished very near the top of the league for years now, manager Arsène Wenger is famous for doing very well with a more limited budget than his peers, and among the people I know they draw far less hatred than Manchester United, say, or Chelsea. Hornby endured years of failure and Arsenal have won the league only three times in his life. Cry me a fucking river. To this West Ham supporter, whose team has never, ever won the league despite its storied history and famous academy system, this seems like an awful lot of whining. Hornby names West Ham as a much-loved club even among fans of other teams; in my time supporting them we have been among the most universally-reviled sides in the English system. Perhaps my own homerism is clouding my judgment, but having seen them written up alongside a lot of generally neutral descriptions by thoroughly unaffiliated writers as “a bunch of cheating Cockney bastards nobody likes,” I really don't think so. Again, of course, a lot can and has changed since 1991. But the persecution complex wears a bit thin.

On a technical level, the book is executed well enough. Hornby strings together a sentence just fine, and he is candid about the many ways in which his behavior and thought processes are thoroughly ridiculous.

I feel okay about Fever Pitch, but I don't know that I can recommend it to a general audience. If you have an interest in soccer it's an interesting look at a true obsessive, and makes me feel better about my own interest in the game. It also tells me very little about whether I ought to read Hornby's other work, which comprises mainly novels. A mixed bag.

I LOVE Nick Hornby, but this was a struggle. I'm not into football and I thought I could get more out of this book that just recaps of matches, but I was wrong.

Prima di leggere questo libro pensavo che quello che provo io per la mia squadra (la Roma), quello che sento ogni volta che vado allo Stadio, il felice momento in cui la palla entra in rete e tu esulti come se tutto dipendesse da quell'attimo, peggio ancora il momento in cui sei fuori da una finale di Coppa, o dai addio ad ogni velleità di prima classifica, si, pensavo che non si potesse scrivere in un libro, che nessuno ci sarebbe mai riuscito.

Poi ho letto Febbre a 90°, non ho trovato nulla di nuovo in quello che dice l'attore, sono tutte sensazioni che ho provato e che provo oggi e proverò per sempre. Ed è proprio questo il bello, ho trovato qualcosa che mi giustifica; giustifica il fatto che sono più triste quando la mia squadra perde il Derby piuttosto che quando muore una zia lontana; giustifica perché sarei disposto a far di tutto pur di poter veder vincere la Coppa dei Campioni alla mia squadra piuttosto che trovare lavoro; giustifica persino perchè una vittoria al 93esimo in rimonta è meglio del sesso. Insomma, giustifica cose che delle persone calcisticamente normali catalogherebbero come frutti di una mente folle.

Invece no, “Febbre a 90°” è la Bibbia del malato calcistico, un must per chi ama il calcio, è un libro da esibire come si esibisce la patente fermati a un posto di blocco. Quando vi chiederanno: “Ma perchè fai tutte queste cose per il calcio? Io non ti capisco” allora potrete dir loro di leggere Hornby.

forse il meno bello di Hornby, da avere per gli appassionati, altrimenti puntate subito e senza remore sul bellissimo “alta fedeltà!”

I fell in love with Arsenal FC, in 2004, as they began an incredible run of 50 unbeaten games. They were a team that was easy to appreciate. Hornsby tells the backstory of a team that wasn't so lovable, the “boring, boring Arsenal” of the 1970s and how as a boy, Hornsby came to love the unfashionable Arsenal FC.
A great football book, and an intriguing bio and period piece.