I was quite excited to read this book, and the first half of the book was fairly interesting. I enjoyed a lot of his reminisces, especially some of his interactions with characters in and outside the game. I also enjoyed the recollections of some exciting games.

The book has a friendly conversational tone. Shane chatting with a mate. That's quite nice, and gives the reader a nice insight into the character that he is. The recollections are a bit scatty though: he'll be telling you a story and then suddenly veer off to another. He'll always come back, but it can be hard to keep up sometimes (so long can the digressions be). Sadly, I really feel that an editor is missing. I have recollections of Mark Nicholas at St George's Park about 20 years ago, and perhaps I'm not much of a fan. I'm not sure what his role in this book was, whether he was an editor, or simply a guide for Warne. But the book would have benefited from an editor or ghost writer, at least to focus the stories and keep the chapters a bit tidier.

In the end I was begging for it to be over, and the chapters following his final retirement after the IPL tended to waft, and painfully so. I really wanted to love this one.

Shane, you're a great bloke. But the book is not my favourite.