Publisher: Virgin Books
Unlike a lot of books written by footballers, Micky Quinn’s autobiography isn’t a yawn fest that trudges through one lacklustre tale after another. It’s an open and honest read, one in which he comes across as a thoroughly nice guy – even when he’s behind bars for 21 days.
This is essentially the tale of a funny, working-class Scouser who proved that there’s more to being a goal-scorer than being a super-fit athlete. Always more inclined to opt for kebab and chips over pasta or steamed veg, Quinn was an obvious target for opposing fans to mock due to his size.
He never let that get to him though, often having the last laugh himself by putting one in their onion bag.
Quinn’s recollections of his time under managers such as Alan Ball, Jim Smith, Kevin Keegan, Bobby Gould, Phil Neal and John Gregory are absorbing, mainly because he doesn’t hold back. For example; of John Gregory, his manager at Portsmouth, he says “If John was chocolate he would have eaten himself”.
At one point Quinn ended up at Watford on loan, it’s a spell he doesn’t look back on with great affection; “I wanted to play for a club full of passion and desire, not one with no ambition, few supporters and no future. The atmosphere at Vicarage Road is about as tame as one of Elton John’s slushy albums.”
Quinn reveals a more sensitive side to his usually outspoken nature when talking about the death of his brother at just 26 and the later loss of his mother, both of which are very moving to read about.
You certainly don’t have to be a fan of any of the clubs Quinn played for to appreciate this book. He is a real character, and this is an honest and funny read that football fans everywhere will thoroughly enjoy.
BB Rating 9/10