If you don't have clubrooms then simply leave a copy on the counter of the pub that players and fans frequent after matches.
Former international and EPL referee Hackett, an Englishman I had the pleasure of interviewing a few years ago in Napier, refreshingly outlines in a nutshell some of the core facets of the beautiful game that could in the blink of an eye become ugly if people don't have the grasp of the basics.
The book should immensely benefit all, from the drongo in the stand who incessantly yells profanities, to the spineless wonders offering their 10c worth on websites under pseudonyms.
Of course, Paul Trevillion, of The Observer comic-strip fame who has cult-hero status in England, makes Hackett's messages more palatable with his impact illustrations.
It does not in any way profess to be the Bible of soccer but Hackett does combine the old and new testaments with a degree of dexterity to show how the laws of the game have evolved.
In the trivia department, it's enlightening to find out how the colour of the disciplinary cards came about at a set of traffic lights to former English Fifa badge holder Ken Aston, who had encountered language problems with players in the 1966 World Cup.
I found myself chuckling and even laughing on discovering the referees were testing the wireless communication system which was on the same frequency as London cabbies.
"On more than one occasion during a Premier League game they [refs] would be hearing requests for a taxi to take someone to Kensington High Street or elsewhere," Hackett reveals of a system that mutated to electronic buzzer flags.
On coin tosses, he strikes a jocular chord in an FA Cup match between Southend United and Liverpool at a snow-covered Roots Hall Stadium.
Handing the coin to the host captain, he watched the coin succumb to gravity as Liverpool skipper Emlyn Hughes shouted: "Heads."
Almost instantaneously the ref quipped: "Tails."
A perplexed Hughes inquired how Hackett could have possibly known it was tails with the coin embedded in deep snow.
"A good guess," the ref replied.
Hughes: "Don't guess anymore in this game."
Just before you go to the quiz section at the end of the book, Hackett throws in a gem about elite players and coaches he established a modicum of conviviality with, albeit predominantly Englishmen, although Pele, Diego Maradona, Michel Platini and Messi get a mention, too.
Not only did he marvel at their skills, he had changed their attitude towards not just the game but life.
For instance, there's the time when a demanding Bryan Robson who still wanted every decision but had turned from a shouter to someone who had an air of civility in his requests after Hackett turned the ex-Manchester United player on his side in a life-threatening state of unconsciousness.
He touches on the refs' duty to protect exceptional talent such as George Best from the brutal hacker mentality that prevailed in the yesteryear and is just as prevalent now.
Hackett also commends the gentlemen of football, such as Gary Linekar, but hastens to add he never let the player's cordial persona ever influence his refereeing decisions. It's excerpts of this nature that ensure the book doesn't come across akin to a car manufacturer's manual.
Not only is it handy for those aspiring to become officials but also a point of redress for frustrated spectators, players, coaches ... umm ... even journalists.
It matters little whether they are involved at an elite level or simply engaging in the social grades, because the message is easy to comprehend.
If in the heat of the moment during a game you may attribute your team's defeat to one "dodgy decision or another", you can rest assured the book is likely to help relieve you of tunnel vision.
I was pleasantly surprised in the sporadic quiz sections throughout the book, even after having read relevant passages seconds before, that I didn't quite have the grasp.
Now put yourself in the boots of a referee who makes the decisions in a split second of having deciphered what transpires on the field.
You will certainly start to appreciate the referee is not a cheat because he or she frankly couldn't careless who wins a game on any given day.
