Wayne Rooney: Boots of Gold
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Irreverent, hilarious, and surprising, this is a warts-and-all biography of England's most famous sportsman and an exposé of the iniquities of some of those who have sought their pound of flesh from his celebrity. Short-tempered he may be, but when he pulls on his boots to play for Manchester United, there's no doubting Wayne Rooney's talent or position as Britain's greatest living footballer. With a supporting cast including David Beckham and Sir Alex Ferguson, this is a must-read for all fans of soccer.
John Sweeney is one of the BBC's leading investigative journalists.
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through and through. The side has a real family atmosphere, full of malarkey and messing about, and the Rooneys loved it. When he was sixteen Roo signed a kind of football version of a prenuptial agreement, committing him to the Blues. It kept the other clubs at bay, at least for the time being. That season, coming to a close in the spring of 2002, Everton had more than their fair share of injuries. In April Little Wayne travelled to Southampton with the team proper as a substitute. Roo records
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