Having read autobiographies before, where boredom quickly sets in as they laboriously describe everything minute detail of their childhood, I approached I, Robot with trepidation. I needn’t have worried - as the Prologue says, Peter Crouch does not always conform to the usual, and so his book doesn’t either. It’s full of stories about other players, managers and the game of football, but all mixed up together. Even without the benefit of an audio book, I could hear Peter’s voice in my head as I read his tales of other’s foibles and mishaps. At times it’s laugh out loud funny, at others just a snigger, but the whole book is told in an irreverent, honest style which makes it all the more enjoyable. I loved the way each chapter was based on a diverse topic - managers, food, shirts, etc - and so travels back and forth through his life and career, watching Chelsea as a young boy, to playing for Liverpool and England, to his final days with Stoke. The lightness is maintained throughout, but his love for football, and gratitude for what he has been able to achieve, shines through every page. An excellent read, and one that you won’t be able to put down. Full of laughs and fascinating insights into the secret world of professional football.

Having bought and laughed my way through the first book, I was expecting more of the same here. Sadly, though, very entertaining, this volume failed to make laugh as much as the first. Don't get me wrong; I enjoyed the big fella's tall stories, told really well, but I was expecting more humor.