Keeper of dreams

IF YOU have been hooked on the media humbug, transfixed by the internet bush fires, the spiteful glee that heralded the latest tawdry tales from football across the water, then Ronald Reng’s The Keeper Of Dreams should yield another few salacious slivers.

If adolescence in the dressing room confirms for you the moral turpitude of the professional game, then read on.

But to dismiss this book as another string of mucky tabloid pearls to cast among the swine would be a shame.