You get a book wrapped round your head

Goodbye to Boleyn just been trolled in an Amazon review. My book appears to have been mistaken for a piece of hoolie lit by one ‘Dusty S', who comments: “Oddly glossed over the many years of football violence, I thought you was proud of your firm… Did they mention about smashing up the Man Utd bus on their final swansong at the Boleyn? Anyway, the most use this book will get, is when you smash your mate around the face with next time you’re in a fight with your own fans at the Stratford Athletics Stadium."

Still lots of other good reviews and you suspect Dusty S might not be of the claret and blue persuasion. If only he knew that my not-very-hard firm includes a vicar's son and the only Kew Gardens Iron. Support has come from Brian Williams, author of Nearly Reach The Sky, who comments, in the spirit of literary hooliganism: “Arrange to meet the bloke at Mile End and I’ll twat him with my Kindle while you distract him with a lecture on the futility of hyphenated adverbs.” Brian is also part of the Guardian mob, so may come tooled up with a rolled-up copy of G2. There could be yet another Green Street sequel in this and a new chant of, "you get a book wrapped round your head."