It was the 25th August, 2005 when I fell in love with Cricket. If you don't like Cricket, or sport, or great stories of deeds well done, this is not a book for you. The Demon Spofforth can haunt is no longer. Except when we choose to think on those 5-0 times. But only then. And we don't talk about it.
You have to have specific interests to enjoy this book. It does not stand alone as a piece of literature in any way. There is no sparkling prose, no interesting use of vocabularly; it's very much just a report of what happened and then what the players had to say about it.
Before you pick up this book ask yourself a few things. Firstly, do you like cricket? Secondly, are you English or have a vested interest in the England and Wales cricket team? Thirdly, do you remember the 2005 Ashes test series against Australia and wish to relive it without watching twenty five days' worth of television coverage? If the answer to all of these three questions is "yes" then this is definitely the book for you. If the answer to one or more of the questions is negative then just don't bother. You'll find it boring.
There's just something that appeals to me about discovering what Harmison's two year old daughter said to him on the open topped bus ride through London. I enjoy being reminded of how Freddie Flintoff bowled and bowled and bowled in an almost neverending session in the fifth test. It's great to relive the end of the Edgbaston test (that I watched in France despite living less that fifteen miles from the test ground.) Honestly, if that sort of thing doesn't appeal to you then you're undoubtedly a better person than me, nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed it.