Friday, 21 December 2007
Last week was our company sales conference, which we have two or three times a year. The point of these is for editors to present the sales force with new and upcoming titles, so they are suitably enthused and briefed before they go out and sell the books into the shops. This particular conference was for May-August 2008, and as The Bromley Boys is down for an August publication date, it was down to me to talk the talk. I think the presentation went well with the sales reps in particular extremely keen, and asking to read material as soon as possible. Which is always a good sign. Anyway, this is what I said...
Picture the scene. It’s 1969. The Beatles and the Stones are doing battle at the top of the charts. A new TV series called Monty Python’s Flying Circus has just started. And England are world cup holders, officially the best team in the world.
Dave Roberts, a teenage boy in a sleepy south London suburb has been bitten by the football bug as so many of his generation. But rather than supporting the high-flying likes of West Ham or Arsenal, he has instead opted for a lifetime’s suffering in supporting his local non-league team, Bromley football club. And far from being the best team in the world, Bromley are the exact opposite. In 1969, Bromley suffer their worst ever season, finishing bottom of the bottom of the non-league league. Officially the worst team in England, the only saving grace is that they can’t actually get relegated, for the simple reason that there’s nowhere else for them to go.
The Bromley Boys is Dave’s funny and heartwarming story of a football club at rock bottom. Bromley are a club where the attendance is always given at 400, because no-one can bothered to count the crowd. They’re a team who let in so many goals that the taunting opposition fans actually lose count of the score. They’re a team who play in the bizarre Kent Floodlit Cup, a cup competition exclusively for clubs in Kent with floodlights, and get beaten by a team from Essex.
This is a personal coming of age story too. Dave’s obsession with the local non-league team does not exactly make him many friends, and that’s before he is sent to a local boarding school, where the only sport they play is rugby. In one particularly disastrous episode, Dave runs away in order because he can’t bear to miss Bromley play Ilford, buys an egg sandwich at half time by mistake, which means he has no money left for the bus back, and ends up walking across the fields of Kent at 2 in the morning, while the school, the police and his parents are all out searching for him.
There’s one final twist about The Bromley Boys, which is the blog that accompanies the book. Since Dave began writing the book in the summer, he and I have been blogging the book’s progress at TheBromleyBoys.Blogspot.com. The subtitle of the blog is ‘The Story of A Book From Start to Finish’, and that’s exactly what it is. Dave is writing about writing, I’m writing about editing, and then, as the book progresses and more people get involved, I hope that other people, including your good selves, will also contribute, to give a unique account of what is involved in putting a book together. I think this is the first time this has been attempted, and I hope that you’ll be keen to get involved.
To sum up, The Bromley Boys is funny, touching and extremely well written, the sort of universal football story that will appeal to fans everywhere. It taps into a long standing tradition of successful books about sporting failure. It also takes advantage of the nostalgia angle too – the 1960s setting will appeal to the many thousands who bought the recently anthologies of You Are The Ref and Buchan’s Football Monthly.
And if you remember nothing else, here’s your five second sound bite to remember, The Bromley Boys is a non-league Fever Pitch.
Posted by Tom Bromley at 06:19
I've now read Dave's revised version and I'm really pleased with it. He's done everything I asked him to do, and think it flows a lot better and has that all important shape that was lacking a little in places before. The end still gives me a little lump in my throat, even though I've read it several times.
In fact, the only thing wrong with it is something that I asked Dave to do. His original prologue to the book focused on Bromley's pre-season friendly with West Ham, but I asked him to expand it back to him falling in love with football at the 1966 World Cup. Having read the start again (again), I now feel as though Dave was right and I was wrong -- it's as if the book has too many beginnings, and the start has lost its original impact. So I've made a suggested cut myself, moving the World Cup story stuff into chapter one, where Dave talks generally about football and his love of the club. I wonder if Dave will like my change to his change?
Like Capello and Beckham, I'm big enough to admit when I got it wrong...
Posted by Tom Bromley at 06:06
Monday, 17 December 2007
Bromley's manager, Mark Goldberg, has left the club so he can manage his daughter Lauren's singing career. She is described as "Bromley's answer to Britney Spears" and is, according to her website, tipped to take out the Christmas Number One spot with her recording of Hava Nagila. This is apparently news to all the bookies sites I went to, none of whom mentioned her.
Goldberg said he could not do both jobs justice so quit Bromley to help his daughter.
Wednesday, 12 December 2007
I've now worked through all of Tom's changes and sent the manuscript back to him. I'm quite pleased with a lot of the new material - there's even a mention of Bromley's (even though he was born in Brixton) favourite son, David Bowie as well as a story about Jacob's Club Biscuits that I had totally forgotten.
Altogether, the book has grown by around 8,000 words, and it now feels around the right length.
At least Tom should be in a good frame of mind when he reads it. His team, York City, have embarked on a two-match unbeaten run since parting company with their coach. Bromley, meanwhile, have reverted to type after a promising start to the season and are now drifting down the table.