When put into context I see the frustrations of other readers. If you wanted a book on wrestling then this really isn't it.
Instead you get a confession about the wrong doings of a man who found redemption in religion. It's quite interesting in that respect as I do not feel he is looking for pitty, nor forgiveness - from what I understand he has attempted to do that face to face with those he believes he has wronged. We get an account of a man who feel in love with himself and all things material, and how it destroyed his soul.
It is a shame we don't hear more about the wrestling. He had such a long career, and it is really rushed through so quickly. But as with other wrestling books, this isn't an autobiography as such, more a part of his life put into context through wrestling.