It's the 1970s. The hair is shaved, the music is funky, and the soccer is violent. Every Saturday, legions of soccer fans take to the terraces to do battle with each other. Chris Brown was in the thick of it. The regulation haircut, clip-on braces, shrunk Levis, and bovver boots—he had the look that every self-respecting bovver boy tried for, and he launched himself into the culture of the decade with a passion. This is a story of those times. It is a story of the adrenaline-packed Saturday outings, a story of Tonik suits, terraces and The Maytals, of race riots, safety pins, and The Clash by way of P.Funk, platform shoes, and discos. This is a true story of the most maligned decade in British history.