'Al Gregg's first novel is a superb effort and nothing less than essential reading'. John King (Author of classics 'The Football Factory', 'Headhunters', 'Skinheads', 'Human Punk') 'I saw the review of The Wrong Outfit in the recent CFC UK Fanzine and I've been reading the book and really enjoying it. Mark Worrall (Author of Gate 17 classics 'Over Land and Sea', 'One Man Went to Mow' and 'Blue Murder') 'The Wrong Outfit' by Al Gregg is an excellent book, I loved every last page of it, in fact I loved it so much, I mentioned it in my recent CFC UK article'. 'Al Gregg's debut novel 'The Wrong Outfit' shows considerable artistic talent with it's very likeable story, an obvious warmth for the characters and a detailed knowledge of punk, football and the experience of making the transition from child to adulthood'. David Marx (Forward writer for Alex Ogg's 'No More Heroes') A must for all purveyors of the punk movement. 'Replete with childlike wonderment and an aficionado's knowledge, Al Gregg might just as well do for Chelsea and Punk Rock, as what Nick Hornby did for Arsenal and Bruce Springsteen.

'Al Gregg, who grew up in the dizzy heights of the Punk revolution, is a fearless, tenacious and brilliantly talented new writer'. If you want to know what it was like to be a young Punk Rocker, on the ground, at the time - you won't find a better/sharper book than this'. 'At times, a journey into Punk Rock's own 'Heart of Darkness', Al realistically captures the moment Punk Rock finally implodes. Well, that'sДЇrom home life to football terrace. Or maybe it was just from that very first moment? Maybe Wrong moment? He could never quite work it out. Time? Or perhaps he was in the right place but at the Perhaps Adam was just in the wrong place at the wrong 'The Wrong Outfit' by Al Gregg, is a powerful novel about a boy called Adam Nedman, who grows up through the 1970's and 80's and is greatly affected by both Football and Punk Rock. To their dismay, it seemed as if only one member of the local constabulary had bothered to turn up on his bicycle and he was an old extra from Z Cars. Nothing of this was mentioned in the brochures.

Adam and Steve were a little bit concerned. They even had mounds of rubble outside for ammunition and old railway tracks, tunnels and breakers yards littered the barren dockland terrain, probably to hasten a quick getaway. A small side stand of seats for the more retiring supporters. If it was a food it would most likely resemble a bowl of concrete. MillwallвЂ™s ground looked similar to the Shed End at Chelsea, only this time it was all the way round. I suppose you could say that Adam and Steve were just another two ignorant visitors coming to be fed to them. Millwall called themselves, вЂThe LionsвЂ™ and their ground, вЂThe DenвЂ™ in Cold Blow Lane, continued the theme. Not only did both clubs share blue and white colours, they also shared the same animal on the crest of their shirts. Fortunately, both teams played in blue and white so at a hundred yards distance it would not be completely obvious they were вЂBluesвЂ™ supporters. They both wore nylon Chelsea scarves tied around their wrists and Steve had brought his lucky Chelsea jacket covered in badges, of the large sew on variety, for good measure. They were trying to keep a low profile, but being only just thirteen (Steve was only a year older) they didnвЂ™t quite understand the meaning of the word subtlety. There was then a long walk to the ground partly because they got lost and it wasnвЂ™t long beforeВ Adam and SteveВ found themselves behind schedule. A steam train wasВ expected at any moment. The boysВ were most definitely in a different part of town - there was no welcoming committee and New Cross Gate station seemed as if it had been refused council refurbishing grants since the Industrial Revolution. The train journey was endless, changing from this line then changing to that. Millwall fists would probably be the вЂdingвЂ™ and Chelsea heads would probably be the вЂdongвЂ™. Millwall versus Chelsea was known as a вЂding-dongвЂ™ derby. A friendly it most definitely was not, and you could be sure that the local New Cross constabulary would have a little flutter in their tummies come Saturday - thatвЂ™s if they hadnвЂ™t gone on holiday, or taken sick leave at short notice. The match was a London derby of the less appetising sort. Although they werenвЂ™t sure exactly why they did. During the summer holidays, Adam and Steve decided to travel to ChelseaвЂ™s second division away fixture at Millwall.

Dave parsons sham 69 young