How do you take the career of one of the most colourful and interesting of football characters and turn it into a book of such drivel? To say the style of writing was tedious would be akin to saying Amazon has a few books. The opening chapter was without form and constantly wandered off on non-sequential ramblings. A stream of conciousness which would suggest that Harris wasn't really paying too much attention to writing a book about a genuine football hero but merely cutting and pasting random thoughts and anecdotes in such a haphazard fashion as to bore the neutral and infuriate the admirer of one of football's greatest characters. At no time in the book were Harris' opinions of the least bit interesting, informative, novel or insightful and I am led to doubt that the author has ever even met Sir Alex such is the lack of substance in this book. Even the opinions and compliments of those quoted in the book seemed uninteresting and insincere. This I attributed to the editing.
For shame Mr. Harris. Had this been a school essay, it would surely have been awarded a big red "F".