An autobiography is the only book nobody else can write, and Andy Farrell’s stands on our shelves as exactly that. It is filed under memoir, sport and careers at once, a combination that usually signals a life told through the work rather than around it.
Books of this shape are at their best when the sporting detail becomes a route into something else: pressure, leadership, the difficult business of getting a group of people to do hard things together. The lessons arrive as experience rather than as bullet points, which is why listeners who never watch the sport in question so often find themselves gripped anyway.