The world of non-golfers tend to see both the sport and the players as the epitome of middle-class boredom, so enter Nick Faldo to not shake that opinion by one micro-millimetre. This is a book that won't offer much, if anything, to people who have no interest in the sport but then a lot of sporting autobiographies are like that. What did you expect Nick Faldo's life story to be about? Anyone who knows anything about sport played at the highest level knows that it's not much more than hard graft, practice, practice and more practice, occasionally interrupted by tournament play. Faldo was the best British golfer ever, and makes no apologies for the fact that golf was his life, often coming before friends and family. If you want to win then that's the sacrifice that has to be made. This book concentrates heavily on the golf tournaments Faldo played in, with a healthy emphasis on the Ryder Cups, and gives a good idea of the pressure and pain of striving to compete at the top.
Faldo doesn't avoid trying to face up to the personal cost of this golfing life. Broken marriages, seldom-seen children, friends alienated, colleagues sacked (rightly or wrongly) money squandered and scores settled. He struggles to understand why he rubs people up the wrong way and it does come across as genuine bemusement. The Press he can understand, but fellow golfers? He looks at some of his more famous disputes but seems none the wiser after trying to analyse them. The book ends in 2004 with Faldo admitting that he's found the book tremendously difficult to write, but looks forward to a positive future with his new wife. He really does seem devoted to her, but a quick search on Wikipedia proved that the future wouldn't be a bed of roses either.
It may have been difficult for Faldo to write, but it's an easy and interesting read for anyone with an interest in golf.