I’m pretty sure I’ve read this before but it was passed to me by a good friend so I thought I’d give it another bash.
It’s solid, middle of the road football fodder. Nothing groundbreaking or particularly revelatory, and it kind of ends in Summer 2007 when, as we now know, Crouchy went on for a number of years afterwards at Spurs, Portsmouth, Stoke and Burnley.
One of the aspects I wasn’t too keen on, and rarely am in footballer autobiographies, is too much childhood stuff. I’m just not interested in this and I guess it’s to be expected in order to pad out a book brought out after a 7 year (at this point) career. More professional football and less childhood stuff could have snook a fourth star.
That said, a decent read; entertaining and with glimpses of the humour we have later come to appreciate from Crouchy in his podcast and later books.
A solid 3 star for me.