The one star is for the subject matter who deserves a far better author than the one who has written the mess in this book. To give an example of the strangely drawn references just in the first 46 pages, I kid you not folks:
"...like a tartan-kilted vicar at a Bay City Rollers concert" (p31), "...Belcher went down like Linda Lovelace" (p43), "...hit the ground like one of Fred Dibnah's chimneys" (p46), "...looking like he two-fingered the Haka and been chastised by the All Blacks front row" (p45), "Cribb started moving like Darcy Bussell..." (p38), "...strayed into a Black Sabbath concert" (p26).
His book on Tom Spring was excellent, but steer clear of this rubbish.