John Lyall's autobiographical story of his time at West Ham written shortly after his dismissal, an act which still rankles with the Upton Park faithful today who view Lyall as an honest, loyal and straight forward man who was treated shabbily.
The reader is taken through Lyall career at West Ham, cut short by injury, through his apprenticeship to Ron Greenwood and onto his reign at the Boleyn for a decade and a half from the mid 70s to the end of the 80s.
This book, however, is not just for West Ham fans but also for sport historians everywhere. Written just 20 years ago, the picture painted of a club who a few years earlier had narrowly failed to win the League (the real one, not that guady pot they have today) is revealing, what will strike the reader is the pure amateurness of the administration in top clubs of the day, with Lyall and his 2 assistants training, scouting players & opponents, dealing with players & contracts, running the finances of the club and (on occassion) being the wages clerk. There were no directors of football back then, and pretty much no-one else either.
A good book that read today puts context into a sport that, on the pitch at least, has long forgotten what loyalty is. For all those nouveau fans out their who are happy to win trophies with teams of mercenary foreign stars, you should read this and contemplate - is that team you support really yours? It was once.