Nick Hornby's autobiography of his life as an obsessed Arsenal London and soccer fan is an interesting read even for someone without more than a casual interest in soccer and no knowledge whatsoever about English club football of the seventies and eighties. Most impressive for me is how much details Hornby remembers of matches more than twenty years in the past. I have visited less than ten soccer games, and do not remember much. I remember seeing Frankfurt lose 1:0 to Meppen in its first second division season, the only goal in the second minute of the otherwise horrible game, before we even entered the stadium. I remember a fabulous 3:0 cup victory against Bremen in the same season. More recently, I have seen Manchester United win the club world championship against Palmeiras and Real Madrid lose it to Boca Juniors a year later. I am also painfully aware of some games I should and could have attended, but did not, most importantly Frankfurt's incredible last minute 5:1 home victory against Kaiserslautern, which narrowly saved them from going down in 1999, and the 2002 World Cup final between Germany and Brazil.