This was one of the most refreshing sports books I've ever read. Graeme Swann is a sportsman who refuses to take himself too seriously (you only need watch his Ashes video diaries or read him on Twitter to get that much) but shows over 400 pages here that he does have a serious side.
Yes, it is chock-full of the crude one-liners he has made his calling card in cricket, and he chuckles his way through various escapades throughout his career.
But he also provides some scathing opinions. Almost exclusively about himself. In fact, the book can almost be split into two halves. The first a chain of regret at his behaviour, as he toiled for international recognition, and the second a chronicle of his pride in representing England and proving successful.
You can picture him cringing as he reflects on the misspent first few years - the England Under-19 World Cup-winning team enacting an old school pile-on on Allan Border being a perfect example. Contrast that to the anecdote about deciding to give his son the middle name Sydney as he sat on the SCG outfield, beer in hand, after the completion of the 3-1 Ashes win down under.
Although Swann jnr has enough initials to be a future England Test captain, his dad's appeal is that he has clawed his way up from Sponne Coprehensive, where his team-mates used to take their school ties off and all assemble for a chat at mid-on, to the top of world cricket. He's just like the blokes most of us play club cricket with at the weekend. And that's why he, and this book, are so appealing.