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This classic humour novel chronicles the momentous journey of Steeple Sinderby (an unremarkable Fenland village) from the mire of obscurity to national heroics. This unbelievable feat is contrived by the serendipitous meeting of three great men: Mr Fangfoss (who cares nothing for football), Dr Kossuth - a Hungarian academic and headmaster of the village school, and the Wanderers captain Alex Slingsby, a mighty warrior biding his time in quiet Sinderby for the chance to rise once more. How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup

A fantastic book. Sharp, witty, and poignant. J.L. Carr I love football and I love England. Sorry I know this makes me a bad leftist. This book made me cry several times, either from laughing or from being sad.

“Mr Gidner,” he said, “I know what you’re looking for. But it’s gone, and it’ll never come back.”
Then - and only for an instant - our Chairman gave himself away. “And more’s the pity, lad,” he said. How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup The British writer and publisher J. L. Carr is undoubtedly best known for his masterpiece, A Month in the Country (1980), a book I truly adore. Nevertheless, this author is much more than a one-book wonder as his excellent 1975 novella, How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup, clearly demonstrates.

I loved this tale of the plucky underdogs â€" titular non-leaguers Steeple Sinderby Wanderers â€" overcoming all the odds to beat the mighty Glasgow Rangers, scooping the much-prized FA Cup in the process. Although very different in style to Carr’s most famous work, How Steeple Sinderby… shares something of that novella’s tone, an air of wistfulness and longing for halcyon times past.

In short, the book charts the progress of a village football team who, through a combination of talent, discipline and determination, achieve their dream of going all the way to cup final and snatching victory in the game’s closing minutes.

And then the truly magnificent Slingsby, who had withstood this assault like a rock, gathered the ball and, on the turn, squeezed a fierce low kick from the scrum. And one wondered… one wondered if this had been plotted months ago when this village side was still lost in the obscurity of the midland plains. It had been All or Nothing. Nothing if McGarrity had scored, Nothing if Wilmslow hadn’t risen from the earth… If, if, if… (p.111)

Crucial to the team are its key players: centre forward Sid Smith, a once-promising striker now lured out of retirement; Monkey Tonks, the local milkman whose strength and agility make him an ideal candidate for goalkeeper; and last but not least, Alan Slingsby, whose earlier career at Aston Villa was cut short due to his wife’s need for round-the-clock care.

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0900847948 The incredible Leicester City side that pulled what arguably has been the most endearing and unsuspected rabbit out of a priceless hat in 2016, might in all probability have been influenced by the fictional exploits of the motely crew that is Steeple Sinderby Wanderers. The factual miracle of Claudio Ranieri's side has an eerie similarity (excepting the decrepit facilities of the Wanderers and a home turf that is barely above water level) to the fortitude of Alex Slingsby's side.

This moving laugh riot by J.L.Carr has all the ingredients of a sure shot bestseller. Hilarious protagonists, a heartwarming swarm of humanity to egg on their heroes and a multitude of chaotic settings all make for one captivating roller coaster of a read. The humour is fantastic and the plot is just about perfect - neither overcooked nor underdone. The road to Wembley from the unremarkable village of Fenland is the brainchild of the indefatigably resourceful Professor Kossuth a Hungarian immigrant. Extrapolating his ingenious teaching methods at school to the game of football, Kossuth with the able backing of Mr.Fangfoss, who is the Chairman of virtually everything that could conceivably need chairing at Fenland, manages to mould together a team of diverse characters.

Sporting an attire that is buttercup yellow the, Sinderby Wanderers' main stars are Monkey Tonks a goal keeper who before the trials has never kicked or grabbed a football in his life, the Shooting Star Swift who once was a rising star for a 1st Division side but who is now leading a reclusive life and Alexander Slinngsby, who has sacrificed a potential career in football to tend to his invalid wife Diana. This team strung up on short notice follows 7 precepts postulated by Kossuth and popularly known as the Kossuth postulates.

How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers proceed to demolish every opponent, obscure and decorated before finally dismantling the much vaunted Glasgow Rangers at the hallowed turf of Wembley takes up a major portion of this endearingly rib tickling book. 150 4.5*…..



A Month in the Countryis one of my all time favourite books, so I was interested to read something else by its author J.L. Carr.

This one initially caught my eye because of its title, but when I read a few of the reviews, I was convinced that it was a book I wanted to read…..I certainly wasn’t disappointed.

Steeple Sinderby Wanderers are only a village football team, but they have big ambitions, plus a couple of pretty good players….one who had retired, but who still has plenty of talent, and one whose professional career has been cut short by tragedy.
Add to this several team members who make up in brawn and determination what they may lack in actual skill, and the team’s indefatigable Chairman, Mr. Fangfoss, who’s drive, enthusiasm and influence in many things drives them on.

And then, of course, there’s the headmaster who applies his considerable intellect to producing a set of seven observations, in a way rules for playing more successful football, which he calls his Postulations â€"I had to look it up!

It’s hard to describe what I loved about this book, but I really did love it, the writing is great….sometimes quirky, sometimes funny, sometimes a little unbelievable really, but always entertaining.
There’s a wonderful cast of characters….at times I was reminded a little of the kind of humour in Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons, as I followed the fortunes of the underdog team that became giant killers.

I love finding these little gems of books……

J.L. Carr

This is some kind of wonderful. How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup I read this rather charming short novel as a little light relief before starting on the remaining books on this year's Booker longlist.

At heart it is a wish fulfilment fantasy about a village football team who, by following a mysterious Hungarian guru's plan, succeed in achieving every small football club's impossible dream, proceeding all the way to the F.A. Cup final and winning that too. If that were all there was to the story, it would be at best an interesting oddity and an enjoyable comic fantasy, but Carr's genius is making everything double edged, by choosing to tell the story from much later after everything has fallen apart. By concentrating on the details and acute observations of the realities of life in small rural communities, he succeeds in adding a more interesting layer to the story, indeed the narrator is much more interested in the characters and their machinations than in the game itself. How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup Another book that reaches out of the mists of time to touch my face... I first came across this name in the pages of my Rhodri Jones in Grade 6, and often wondered what it could possibly be like? What a curious title, after all. Carr's A Month in the Country happens to be one of my all-time favourite books, a magnificent Proustian madeleine of a novella, and as fine a rendering of a vanished rural England as you are likely to find in print. Add to that lashings of Great War trauma, and you have the makings of a timeless classic, one whose status has only been enhanced in the decades since, its cause furthered further by the wonderful Channel 4 movie of the same name.

Interestingly, Carr ends Sinderby on much that same note, one of plangent nostalgia and a narrator felled by breathtaking grief at the passage of time. Otherwise, Sinderby is a perfectly charming novel, full of gentle wit and humour, semi-convincingly evoking the glorious Road to Wembley that an unheralded village team rode all the way to eternal glory. I say semi because Leicester City proved once and for all that fairy tales on the football pitch do come true, even at real-life odds of 5000-1. And how fitting that the Foxes feature very early in the book. I can't help but wonder what happened to sales of THIS book during THAT season.

Carr's view of Englishness is both idiosyncratic and highly indulgent, a take that is not necessarily shared by the likes of me. To the robbed citizens of the extinct Empire, English nostalgia acts mainly as a strong emetic, even when it is wrapped in prelapsarian innocence such as this. Still, if you find that your faith in humanity is failing a little, if you are feeling listless and shopworn, you could do worse than to turn to Jim Carr's prose as a restorative to the spirit. He had a bittersweet and loving take on the foibles of his fellow man, one that doesn't grow old even on repeated acquaintance. Sinji next, perhaps? Paperback Il mondo si divide in due sottoinsiemi principali.

Conservatori e progressisti? No.

Oriente e Occidente? No.

Il mondo si divide fra i tifosi di squadre di primo livello e tifosi delle cosiddette “piccole”. Per i primi, l’eliminazione ai quarti in Champions o un terzo posto sono un dramma passeggero: l’anno prossimo ci si riprova, male che vada nell’arco di un decennio qualcosa di buono succederà.

Per un tifoso di una “piccola”, l’anno di una retrocessione è una pietra miliare, un momento dopo il quale nulla sarà più come prima. Passeranno anni, probabilmente lustri, prima di poterlo vagamente dimenticare. Una finale persa ai playoff per andare in B lascia senza parole (letteralmente) per settimane. So quel che dico.

In questo adorabile romanzo del 1975, James Lloys Carr immagina una squadra di infima categoria farsi strada nel tabellone di Coppa d’Inghilterra superando una sfida dopo l’altra, professionisti inclusi. Un percorso immaginabile per la formula di alcune competizioni nazionali (quella inglese e quella francese, ad esempio), non in Italia, dove pure abbiamo avuto dei casi altrettanto intriganti ma sempre e soltanto nell’ambito professionistico. Nel romanzo di Carr, l’incedere vittorioso dei Wanderers è reso possibile dalle teorie di un luminare ungherese espatriato in UK, da un intelligente e fiero presidente-proprietario e dalla magia di una intera popolazione. E come accade nei migliori romanzi sportivi, il calcio è l’occasione per raccontare una certa Inghilterra â€" quella degli anni Settanta nello specifico â€" e mille umanità mosse dal sogno, dal ricordo, dal desiderio di riscatto.

Chiaro, siamo lontani dall’infinitamente splendido Soriano e forse persino da un accattivante Nick Hornby, per restare in ambito calcistico. Ma vale davvero la pena spenderci qualche ora, perdersi fra i suoi irrisestibili personaggi e godersi una scrittura dei tempi che furono.

http://capitolo23.com/2019/08/14/come... English Nachdem mich Ein Monat auf dem Land begeistert hatte, war für mich klar, dass ich auch dieses Buch lesen würde, und das, obwohl ich mich für Fußball überhaupt nicht interessiere. Es hat vor allem mit der Erzählhaltung und dem Tonfall zu tun, dass mich Carrs Bücher so ansprechen.
Die letzten 40 Seiten habe ich heute in einem Strandkorb sitzend in Hohwacht gelesen, und als ich gerade das Buch zuschlug, kam ein weißgekleideter Herr auf eine Personengruppe in meiner Nähe zu, die ich zuvor gar nicht wahrgenommen hatte. Lautstark begrüßte er die Betroffenen, wusste sogleich zu berichten, dass heute nur Penner unterwegs sein, und begann die Armen nun zu belehren: an welchen Stränden es sauber & schön wäre, dass die Leute aber zu faul seien, 100 Meter zu gehen; dass alle unter 35 ständig ihr Smartphone griffbereit hätten; ob die denn wirklich glaubten, dass sie so unerhört wichtig seien? Hier hoffte ich vergeblich, dass der Lautsprecher diese Frage einmal kurz reflektieren möge. Kurzum: Innerhalb weniger Minuten hatte ich das Gefühl, jemand habe einen Eimer mit Unrat über mich entleert.
Was das mit den Büchern von J.L. Carr zu tun hat? Vielleicht gar nicht so wenig. Seine Erzähler haben ihre eigenen Sorgen (um die sie weder Aufhebens machen noch viele Worte darüber verlieren) und versuchen, abseits des so oft als normal empfundenen Alltags, der laut ist und fixiert aufs Populäre, sich auf das zu besinnen, was ihr Leben ausmacht. Sich in den Dienst einer Sache zu stellen, auch dort, wo Ansehen und Anerkennung nicht eben wahrscheinlich sind, schreckt sie nicht ab. Fast, scheint es, ist die milde Melancholie die Medizin, mit der der Erzähler wieder ans Leben anzuknüpfen vermag.
Der Erzähler von Wie die Steeple Sinderby Wanderers den Pokal holten ist in der Dorfmannschaft des Fleckens Sinderby Mädchen für alles und kümmert sich um sämtliche Belange der Mannschaft; nur als Spieler tritt er nicht auf.
Wovon er in diesem Entwurf zur offiziellen Mannschaftschronik berichtet, klingt wie ein Märchen: Die zusammengewürfelte Dorfmannschaft gewinnt mit der Strategie eines ungarischen Gelehrten Spiel um Spiel und tritt schließlich zum Endspiel um den Pokal an.
Auch wenn es einige Spielberichte in dem Roman gibt, erzählt mit viel britischem Humor, ist das eigentliche Thema doch nicht der Fußball, sondern wie Gemeinschaft und der Traum vom Erfolg das Leben verändern kann.
Ein sehr schöner Roman; ruhig, unaufgeregt und very british. How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won the FA Cup