This soporific drivel was ghosted by Eamon Dunphy a world star for the ROI in his playing days (NOT!!). Dunphy has since been a less-than-mediocre sports' journalist with a chip on each shoulder who had a run-in once with Jack Charlton who exposed ED as the whinging malicious microbe he is. Journalist or not, ED is slightly more literate than Keane. Mildly interesting in the early stages of RK's career it is self-congratulatory in the latter stages (tediously, Keane insists on telling the reader about EVERY bloody goal he ever scored). What resonates out of the book [I accept that he was world-class midfielder] is the fact that Keane is simply a thug - he shamelessly admits his vendetta (and ultimate execution of it) with Alfie Haaland.