I read this mainly due to a favourable review in When Saturday Comes and while Smith's decision to pen it himself was admirable, there were a few too many idioms that felt unnatural in a book that contained both interesting insights and humdrum details.
Smith comes across as a fairly decent guy, and his age has given him the chance to reflect on his career in a way that fresher autobiographies don't. The more analytical aspects were interesting, as there are times he is happy with his personality and others where he wished he'd imposed himself more. By taking a broad overview there are no passages that just reel off match results or times he scored, to an extent that in his second golden boot season I was surprised he'd scored that many - he was careful to choose matches that mattered or contained a significant incident.
He was sadly less discerning when it came to more personal anecdotes. It was a difficult balance as his writing made it clear his family were always supportive, and the close relationship was worthy of inclusion. But he gave the model of lots of his teammates' cars and the stories of Lineker dropping his keys in the River Avon and meeting a consul's wife were a little long winded. Sometimes he would give details on George Graham's training methods that were insightful and gave the reader an idea of what it was like to play for Arsenal in the late 80's, and at other times he would talk about aspects of football in quite a cliched manner. I thought his analysis of his play for England was measured though, and was frank and revealing about both Smith and his managers.
It is hard to describe why the idioms were annoying but it was the sheer amount of them. Lineker was lazy in the warm up but in the match was 'all systems go'. Ian Wright's attributes 'should work a treat' with his. In isolation these were fine, but the cumulative effect was wearing, especially for someone whose punditry is original, and his brief chapter on his media work was quite good.
I was originally going to give this three stars but reviewing it has convinced me to bump it up. He was able to pinpoint why he played better before Ian Wright's arrival, and could articulate his respect for George Graham while still being willing to criticise as well. He avoided the worst aspects of autobiographies (lists of results, descriptions of goals) and did provide fresh information, as well as a few comments from his teammates and, interestingly, his family. However, I'm reminded of my cousin's wedding where the best man said "I'd love to give you some embarrassing stories but I haven't got any." If he hadn't got any great tales from off the pitch, there's nothing wrong with that but we didn't need to hear them, but it was nice that a non-extrovert could still be successful in the game.