LONGLISTED FOR THE WILLIAM HILL SPORTS BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARD

A New Statesman Book of the Year

A Sunday Times Sports Book of the Year

"A hilarious examination of the football commentary language we all understand but don''t know why" WHSBOTY 2024 Reading Panel


The long-awaited follow-up to Football Clichés, Adam Hurrey''s cult classic about the language of football.

"So enjoyable ... fascinating and deliciously nerdy." FourFourTwo

"Adam Hurrey is the best observer of football culture in the world. He has a knack for either encapsulating something that''s always nagged at you or nailing something you can''t believe you haven''t noticed before." Elis James

"The funniest, smartest book on the language of football. It sends out a message, silences the doubters and lets its football do the talking ... a Rolls-Royce of a book." David Goldblatt

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Does language evolve? Yes, it does.

Will it ever be acceptable for a football commentator to call a shot that bounces before it goes in ''a screamer''? No, it will not.

As the self-appointed world expert on the subject, Adam Hurrey sets off to define the definitive rules of the language of football.

He will answer the big questions such as: is it acceptable to say a player is ''breaking their silence'' (it''s complicated), can headers can be ''lashed'' (anatomically impossible), whether a penalty shootout could ever be described as ''late drama'' (truly abhorrent), how many games constitute a ''bumper'' day of Premier League action (minimum of eight) and just how big a deficit constitutes ''a mountain to climb'' (certainly not Liverpool going 1-0 down at home to Wolves in the third minute, Sky Sports).

Along the way, Hurrey examines some case studies of how the football media has reached saturation point - the transfer rumour mill, the futile art of big-match previewing, the rise of (and backlash against) football jargon - and how its language has evolved to keep the machine going.

Have we let the football lexicon spiral out of control? In finding out, this book will be exactly as gloriously pedantic as it sounds.