How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup

This had a charm up to a certain point, attempting to recapture the FA Cup giant-killing magic or how a team from a tiny village known for its sugar beet farming pulled off the unthinkable and won the FA Cup. It would make one yearn for the days of men in sheepskin coats huddling together with their tweed caps and clutching a cup of Bovril in their hands, enduring a dismal 0-0 draw. Or as Carr points out, “ They bellowed disbelief at incompetence, cried scornfully to the grey heavens in godlike despair, clamoured angrily for revenge. For 20p, they did all this and were not held to account.” Eventually, the repetition of the humour became a bit grating, but I enjoyed what was there.