I adore Ruby Walsh as a jockey, and this book is certainly a must-read for any NH-Fan. Walsh, so no doubt priviledged by birth, has made it to the very Top of his game, because he has talent, works hard, questions himself, but certainly also because he has the right team behind him. Its refreshing to read in the foreword that Ruby thought writing a book is just a piece of p**, which he soon found out it isnt. Personally I found it quite difficult to get "into" the story, as the style, very much like you and I would talk on the street, is a bit tiring at first; many sentences contain only a word or two, and one has to get used to this. I too enjoyed Ruby's outspoken opinions about facilies on Irish Racecourses, Fastfood, some medical treatment he received; it was great to re-live his Grand National wins. It was interesting, but strange, to read his view about chosing Kauto over Denman when the latter won the Gold Cup; I found Ruby's anger only partly understandable - he stayed loyal to Kauto Star, and you cannot ride them all. I would have loved to read more about the great horses Ruby rode, even Kauto Star, who next to Commanche Court and Hedgehunter is the most mentioned horse in the book (who else?) doesnt get have as much coverage as I would have liked to read. Big Bucks is mentioned in about two sentences, as is Master Minded, for example; but it might be naive to think that its horses that make jockeys. Ruby's view on life is no doubt very very focused, and not sentimental by a country-mile. It might be that the book is more a blokes books than one for us soft-hearted femals fans of the sport. No doubt it is a great christmas pressie if your husband or boyfriend is keen on the horses.