All the fuss about this book is in large part unjustified. First, the book is written with the feet (ie, it is not necessarily surprising coming from a footballer). Short sentences for "style", often obscure allusions, slightly indigestible translation brief has sometimes anxious to reach the end. On the merits, there is actually very little revelations or anecdotes; I like reading a lot worse in the press about the escapades of our evil broken in sports. You do not learn much, except possibly in the chapter on agents that can markedly improve their image. This is also the most interesting part of the book.
But what is amazing, the limit of the hoax is to claim that the author of the book has not been formally identified. With full details of the course and the dating gentleman, it is simply impossible that the author is not easily identifiable by a connoisseur of English football. So two solutions: either the story is completely made up to cover their tracks, or the author is not a player but a journalist or agent who assembled a collection of anecdotes. In both cases, it takes away a lot of charm to the book ...
