You find in the end a Tony Parsonsesque bittersweetness, with an authoritative look at these fortysomethings. If less of it had seemed like bits of a much earlier millennial draft, it might have gone down better, but this is still a solid debut, and I would happily see Campbell's next book on the shelves. If you'll allow me to swap games for a moment - for these twists, I'd stick.
You can easily file this alongside the oruvre oeuvre of [[:Category:Nick Hornby|Nick Hornby]].