I suppose if McEnroe were British we'd call him dour and put him down for the Geoff Boycott School of Singlemindedness. As it is he's American, so his seriousness is probably why we love him more than most transatlantic visitors to these shores. The book is an entertaining enough read while never breaking out of the conventional. His childhood and development to a tennis playing teenager are reassuring for me as the parent of two sport-obsessed kids. His surprise at his initial success is handled with humility but once he gets to the top he never seems to smile again. The stories from his period at the top flow thick and fast and keep it going at a good rate but rationalising of his personnal life at the start and end of the book are something I could have done without. When will sportsmen learn that readers read their books for an insight into the game and their stories from inside the game? Marital break-ups, etc are part of their life, but have normally received more than enough coverage in the newspapers.