I had a bad feeling about this book from the early pages. Quite simply, it was full of fluff and hyperbole which basically add up to padding. And, for the most part, that's how the book continued through to its end. I can only assume this diasppointing outcome is because although the manager is an interesting character in the evolution of professional soccer, there really isn't that much 'story' to tell. It also makes me think that (a) the publisher pressed author Ronay to fill 283 pages to make the book seem more substantial than it is, and/or (b) the author is simply in love with the 'sound' of his own words :O He never opts to give one description to make a point when he can give three in rapid succession - which he does time and time again. If the book's content were truly substantial, he wouldn't need to do that. He would get to the point, make it and move on. And, beyond the literary crimes just described, Ronay commits the cardinal sins of providing background information that is completely wrong! Just two examples: He states that Alec Stock used to manage Arsenal. He never did! He also claims that after being sacked by Derby, manager Brian Clough bought a ticket to attend the next home game at ... the City Ground! That stadium, of course, belongs to Nottingham Forest. Clough bought a ticket to enter the Baseball ground! Dear, oh dear!