Not perfect, but filled with moments of charm.
This is the first sports autobiography I have ever read, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I am a huge rugby fan and as much a fan of Brian O'Driscoll as any English person can be. You definitely need a good knowledge of not just rugby, but particularly Irish rugby, to fully enjoy this book: everyone and his uncle is given a nickname, which can leave you a little lost if, like me, you're more an an observer of Irish rugby than a die-hard fan. It was also easy to lose track of which competition he was talking about at any given time, but, again, I'm not knowledgeable of the game outside of international test rugby and the English premiership. The book was largely made up of blow-by-blow accounts of games from BOD's perspective, which, while obviously relevant, I feel I could have read in a match report.
But there are truly charming moments here, too. It's refreshing to see the person behind the legend, from press gaffes and touching moments with his family to much sadder times, including the loss of his best friend. What I really, really loved about this book is how honest Brian is throughout. After serious injury, his confidence takes a knock. After losing his best friend, he goes to a dark place. He talks frankly about his fear of losing the captaincy, about his friendship/rivalries (often both, at the same time) with other rugby superstars. Yes, there were a lot of 'match reports', but the book never felt boring.