This book is ok. One of those where some chapters are brilliant, both funny and insightful, while many others fall a bit flat. Hotten is clearly a good sports writer and clearly has the eccentric passion, and obsessiveness of a good one. There are bits in this book that hint at his talent, momnets where you feel the book gathering some momentum, you feel "the meaning of cricket" is about to be groundbreakingly cracked. The early chapters on the history of the game I found to be the strongest, the eccentric characters, the crazy rules, the idea of mercenary batsman trotting around on horseback to offer local villages their services: this stuff is great. Then...it just lets itself drag on a bit then with a few too many uninteresting personal anecdotes and dull stories of contemporary amateur's. A kind of unwanted melancholy hangs over the end too, the authors unrealised boyhood dreams seemingly the reason.