Football’s outrages are rarely black and white

Afew years ago, I decided to write the third Secret Footballer book. It was meant to be the last of a trilogy that documented my career while shedding light on a game that, for the most part, is a closed shop to the people that worship it: The fans.

I thought that it might be a good idea to take the fans on a tour of the Premier League clubs of the time. Regaling the reader with stories and anecdotes as I went. It was fun to write.

Until I got to West Ham.