Written in a very strange manner, in that, Glenn McGrath is listed as the author but it written in the third person. ... weird! and disconcertingly so, at that!
The first few chapters are extremely boring and totally unnecessary - we do not need to know about some distant Irish relative and how much he paid to get to Australia or where and why he settled there. However, once the story of Glenn's cricketing career gets going it is not a bad read. Like all [seemingly] of these sporting autobiographies, the person comes over as the 'Great I am', which is unfortunate. We are constantly reminded in the text that Glenn 'Is the greatest fast bowler in History' given he number of wickets he's taken. This dates the book, as this is no longer the case - Its James Anderson who now holds that title.
The most interesting aspect of the book is, in fact, the well known struggle that his wife Jane had with cancer. This did not end well, as we all know, and Saturday tests at the SCG still are a 'Pink' day in her honour.
Did I enjoy it? Not particularly but there again I didn't hate it either. As a cricket fan, it was interesting without being fascinating and inciteful without being particularly revealing.
With a dearth of cricket in 2020, its a good enough way to spend a few hours.