Written in 1999, so a bit dated now, but Leckie's book still holds up fairly well.
He's at his best writing about the lower Scottish leagues and what it means to be a fan at one of the smaller clubs.
He's at his worst when writing about the Old Firm and when he descends into the borderline racist and sexist crap that comes with the territory of the Scottish tabloid football hack.
The account of a week spent at Dunfermline with Bert Paton and Dick Campbell is laugh out loud funny.
A bit hit and miss, but at its best, a great book that perfectly sums up Scottish football.