Simply 5 stars...pick a page...there's another classic story....the Majorca trip is hilarious....the bride on honeymoon on a flight....the failed Liverpool medical...
This is unlike many autobiographies . It is frank (no pun intended) revealing entertaining and politically incorrect. It details the twists and turns of his career and somewhat chequered love live .He lived hard and spent any cash that came his way .Thoroughly enjoyable in itself , however is now tinged with sadness as he sadly suffered a period of dementia and his wife suffered great financial hardship during this period .
A warning not to read if you are likely to be offended by 1970's atitidtudes
Being from Halifax myself, I could relate to his early days growing up in places very familiar to me. The rest of it was OK, but could have done with a decent ghost writer as too much flitting around throwing stories in that had nothing to do with other stuff in the chapter
This is actually an entertaining read. It was never going to be a Man Booker Prize winner but if you want a bit of light hearted banter from a 1970s talented footballer you could do worse than read this. And Frankie, only ever saw you play once and that was for Stockport back in 1988. Even then I thought you needed a hair cut.
I expected it to be bad in a funny sort of way. I liked Frank as a player (I'm a Huddersfield fan). But after 100 pages of misogyny, and later with hints of homophobia and racism it wore a bit thin...then it became tedious and, in the end rather offensive. The kiss and tell naming of names is rather sordid.
Why only one star? Because Goodreads don't do no star ratings.