At first glance, this looks like a brand new book about Wayne Rooney. In fact, it's simply last year's 'Wayne Rooney: My Story So Far' in paperback, but re-designed completely so that big colour pictures of Wayne appear between every chapter. This makes it look more like a picture-book than a life-story: less David Copperfield and more The Mr Men.
That's fine, as far as it goes - but the written bits are as bad as ever. Compare Steven Gerrard's book (the only one of many which sold well after last summer's World Cup) or either of Gazza's books (co-authored, like Wayne's book, by Hunter Davies). These read like you're sitting having a pint with a player who is telling you all about his life. This book, on the other hand, feels like it's been written by a committee - or perhaps a computer. Unlike Wayne's lively performances on the pitch and his colourful life off it, this is as lifeless as yesterday's leftovers.
So do buy this book if you want to look at colour pictures of Wayne Rooney. You might want to skip the writing.