Product Description

In this playful, witty and highly original look at English football, David Winner, author of the acclaimed "Brilliant Orange", journeys to the heart of Englishness and sheds new light on the true nature of a rapidly changing game that was never really meant to be beautiful. He shows how Victorian sexual anxiety underlies England's many World Cup failures. He reveals the connection between Roy Keane and a soldier who died in the Charge of the Light Brigade. And, he demonstrates how thick mud and wet leather shaped the contours of the English soul.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #241279 in Books
• Published on: 2006-03-06
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 288 pages

Review
'Thank God for David Winner With an easy wit, Winner traces the game back to its roots and the results are as intriguing as they are amusing Those Feet really is a marvellous book and you're unlikely to come across anything better for some considerable time' Duncan White, FourFourTwo 'Winner has made as good a stab at psychoanalysing England's national sport as I have read' Daily Telegraph 'It is a book of surprising twists and turns, casually brilliant flicks and powerful, penetrating insight Winner has written a great football book' Glasgow Herald 'In this ambitious book, he takes the quintessential elements of the English game and traces them back to their origins in his singular, tangential way dazzling' Independent

Duncan White, FourFourTwo
‘Thank God for Winner … a marvellous book ...you’re unlikely to come across anything better for some considerable time’

Daily Telegraph
‘Winner has made as good a stab at psychoanalysing England’s national sport as I have read’

Customer Reviews

Not your average footballing history...
First things first, if you want a book that tells you the story of English football in terms of who won what and when, then do not buy this book. It's not for you, it aint that sort of book. Instead it offers a more thoughtfull analysis of why the English play the game in the manner in which they do - why the archetpal English player - Pearce, Butcher, even Rooney - is seen as a solider rather than an artisan.

Winner is very good at highlighting why the English game put such an emphasis on passion, strength, courage and so on. He also traces the history of the xenophobia that still runs through the football world today - the idea that 'the continentals' are divers, cheats, who may be skilled but can't win when football becomes a battle, a war. He gives a convincing argument of why successive English managers have prefered 'physical' players over more skilled flair players such aS Osgood, Greaves, Hoddle, Le Tissier and so on.

Where this book really excels though is the way in which it exposes the English national mindset and the way in which England's post-war history, along with the loss of Empire and suppossed economic decline, has attached itself to the way in which we view football. He critiques (rightly in my view) the nostalgia that dominates football and English life, the idea that football and the nation has gone to the dogs, that we are far away from the 'Glory Days'.

The book is not perfect - a few times Winner leaves you unconvinced, especially in the chapter about Roy Keane, and some of the people he quotes seem to come from the very margains of academia, such as Cameron Kippen, "historian of footwear and eroticism and lecturer at Curtin University of Technology in Perth, Australia". That said, Those Feet should be required reading for all football fans prior to the Word Cup!

Good book - don't let the title put you off
A book called "Those Feet" and subtitle "An intimate history of English football" - what the heck is that about??? I'd certainly glanced at the cover on the shelves of football books and not even bothered to open it - how many of you have done the same, I wonder? So I got it as a Christmas present (thank you, Corinne) and what a revelation: it wasn't a book about sporting foot fetishism or the design of football boots. Instead, it is a character study of the spirit of English football and (to some extent) the English psyche as it goes into the 21st Century, laden with the baggage of the 19th and 20th Centuries ("Two World Wars and One World Cup, doo-dah, doo-dah").

The author gives the clearest explanation of the book in the Introduction: "I'm working on a sort of sequel to `Brilliant Orange'. That was about why the Dutch play beautiful football and lose all the time. But the English have a completely different problem: we play ugly football and lose all the time." I am writing this just after Steve McLaren's England have drawn with Israel and struggled to beat Andorra so it sounds pretty damn relevant to me.

The book's ten chapters are ten loosely linked but fairly freestanding essays on different aspects of the game. If, like me, you start reading at page one you might struggle a bit as the first two chapters (`Sexy Football' which is about the Victorian view that football was a healthy alternative to masturbation - and isn't half as interesting as it sounds - and `Roys, Keens and Rovers' about footballing heroes) are two of the weakest of the whole bunch so if you find yourself struggling don't worry about skipping ahead - you won't miss anything.

The middle sections of the book are superb. `In Ancient Times' deals with the historical baggage of English football. `The Phantom Limb' extends this on to thinking about the English attitude to their place in the world since the break-up of the Empire (which sounds a bit dull but isn't). `It's Cold and We're Rubbish' deals with the strong masochistic streak in the character of many football fans - reading it reminded me of the bit in "Father Ted" when the housekeeper, Mrs Doyle, is offered a new tea-maker `to take the misery out of tea-making'. She replies, "Maybe I LIKE the misery!" That's certainly my attitude (I speak as a forest fan ..) The next chapter `Cooling the Blood' is about the influence of English pitches on the way that the game has been played in this country.

I could go on but you're probably getting the picture. Ignore the strange title (it's from the hymn "Jerusalem" in case you're wondering) and the subtitle. Ignore the first two chapters. Open this book at page 74 and enjoy the remaining 200 pages, which are worth the price on their own. This is one of the most thoughtful, original and provocative pieces I have read on English football and (to an extent) what it is to be English

Don't mention the war
David Winner places football in some rather peculiar contexts and as a result identifies the English football psyche as something rather brutal as well as honourable. But can he have it both ways?

He is particularly good at comparing English football to Italian football, making interesting points along the way. However, he has little to say about the personalities of the modern game and concentrates on those of past eras (while also bemoaning the backward-looking English football fan who dreams of a `golden age'!), such as Nat Lofthouse, Stanley Matthews and Dixie Dean. What about David Beckham, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdinand et al, or even the only minimally historical Gary Linekar, Tony Adams, Paul Gascoigne etc? Winner falls prey to the nostalgia he excoriates in the average football fan. And it is, on the whole, a negative vision of English football that he propounds. A vision of teams that again and again reach the semi- or quarter-finals of competition, but never win. To be fair, he does point out that the English record in reaching finals is better than those of many other European teams.

I might as well come clean and reveal that my main puzzlement about this book concerns the complete absence of the national rivalry that has dominated the English football scene throughout its modern history - that between English and German fans. Nor does he mention the strange English/Scottish rivalries which came to the fore during the last World Cup when a car bearing an English flag was wrecked by Scottish hooligans. It is surely more than interesting that many Scottish fans would rather any team in competition against England beat them. Winner seems to prefer to concentrate on peripheral sub-cultural connections, such as that between football and the film The Italian Job.

Of course, there isn't room for everything in one book, but a history of English football that does not so much as mention Germany leaves a huge gap at the centre of the story. Is this a Don't mention the War element? And what is the subtitle of this book all about?

Nevertheless, this is a mostly entertaining read, albeit one without much sensuality. It displays one fan's particular football preoccupations, but there is much more to be said.