I so wanted this to be good, I really did. I'm a United fan and although I'm a little younger than the author, and can't compete with his levels of dedication and commitment to the cause, about 40 years-worth of our memories overlap. So one star for being a Red and one for effort, but that's being generous... This is a waste of money. Great football memories that go down well in the pub over a pint don't automatically make a good book when you write them down, and this book contains 300+ pages of them. You absolutely HAD to be there; no doubt the author is a lovely bloke, but this is not entertaining writing. What is hilarious is the grammar and the spelling. Commas and quotation marks are dripped across the pages more or less at random, and the spelling is in a class of its own. "sea-saw"? "...a Basset Hound on prosaic"? "...pilloeted on a sixpence..."? I've never read a book with as many of those as this has. Sorry, this is rubbish.