An excellent addition to the recent trend of fine sports writing from leading novelists, this book is certainly fit to rank alongside works by AL Kennedy and Joyce Carol Oates. For rugby's new fans, converted by events down under a few years ago, the book clearly and emotionally demonstrates how the hard knocks of the grass roots connect with that Wilkinson kick. This is autobiography as the constant quest that sporting endeavour and betterment demands, occasionally harking back ruefully, but also celebrating the asides and dead ends and sighs of both rugby and life in an almost Jeromesque way. The book looks you in the eye, but amiably. And there is drinking, and there is pining, and there is triumph. At times it is a very cool companion, while at other times you have to glance away from its unflinching honesty. Just like a good rugby match itself. Highly recommended.