You have to be a cricket fan to enjoy this book. And you probably have to be not Australian. Coming from Yorkshire, Michael Vaughan's home county, and being a passionate arm-chair follower of England's exploits, I expected to enjoy it, but it left me disappointed. Perhaps it suffers from the joint-venture syndrome. Although not explicitly identified as the ghost writer, Martin Hardy is profiled on the back cover.
It is a faithful record of the first half of Vaughan's time as England's captain, but the book fails to match the excitement of those inspirational events. Vaughan shares his inner musings on what he wanted from the team, but repeats himself to such an extent that I found myself skipping paragraphs, even pages. He is probably, by nature, not a man much given to hyperbole, and perhaps I was hoping for more of a "Boy's Own" approach. Whatever the reason, I did not recapture the thrill that I felt at the time, as Vaughan dragged the England team out of the mire of self-doubt and under-achievement and turned it into one of the most successful teams in the world.
And the final match, at The Oval in 2005, which would determine the fate of The Ashes? Surely that was worthy of more detail, more excitement, but Vaughan covers it in a mere dozen pages.