He arrived to rally the troops, the main man in the InterCity Firm and his greeting passed into football fan history. "Afternoon, gentlemen, the name's Bill Gardner." That introduction alone was often enough to provoke sheer terror in his opponents. He is a genuine legend to anyone who's ever stood proud on a football terrace, and no serious book on the culture would be complete without at least one mention of him. Now at last he's telling his own, long-awaited story, and many familiar faces have lined up to add their comments in this book.
This is written quite badly; Gardner writes like he's speaking so it's all in the vernacular, and he repeats himself in the same sentence as if he's talking to someone.
He loves to big himself up too, there's a section that's supposed to dispel myths about him but it's just a "Someone said X happened, it didn't".
Yawn.
Full of typo's too, sorry but this is an awful read.