Saturday, 3pm Av Daniel Gray

<p><b>Overpaid players. Sunday lunchtime kick-offs. Absurd ticket prices. Non-black boots. Football’s menu of ills is long. Where has the joy gone? Why do we bother? <i>Saturday, 3pm</i> offers a glorious antidote. It is here to remind you that football can still sing to your heart. <br></b> <br>Warm, heartfelt and witty, here are fifty short essays of prose poetry dedicated to what is good in the game. These are not wallowing nostalgia; they are things that <i>remain</i> sweet and right: seeing a ground from the train, brackets on vidiprinters, ball hitting bar, Jimmy Armfield’s voice, listening to the results in a traffic jam, football towns and autograph-hunters. This is fan culture at its finest, words to transport you somewhere else and identify with, words to hide away in a pub and luxuriate in.<br><br><i>Saturday, 3pm</i> is a book of love letters to football and a clarion call, helping us find the romance in the game all over again.</p>