To my eternal shame and personal disgust, I actually LIKED this book. I bought it with a cynicism and with dubious thoughts about the much-loathed author, and expected a pile of self-indulgent, pass-the-buck rubbish. Then, seven hours after being unable to put it down, I realised that this is a story that every Leeds fans in love with the club must read. And we don't need to line Publicity Pete's pockets by doing so - all royalties, he promises, are going to St Gemma's Hospice. This is a book that will stir the memories, the anger and despair all over again, reminding us all of some brilliant times, and the mess Ridsdale and Co left behind. For the first time, we get the full picture of what really happened at Elland Road: the good, the bad and the ugly. It's a journey that makes for riveting reading and, as much as we hate the guy, this is an important contribution to our history. Ridsdale comes across as incompetent, niave and a coward in not standing upto O'Leary more. But he also comes across as someone who genuinely loved Leeds, and made it all go wrong by acting like a bafoon. In this life story, he tells how he cheated on his first two wives, and messed up those marriages. In the same way, he cheated on us, too, and messed up his marriage with the club. I'm sorry to say that this is a book that I could read again and when I'm feeling nostalgic for the good times to return, I probably will.