Terry Butcher is a name that resonates with every English football fan. Who can forget the pictures of the giant central defender, fists clenched, bloody head bandaged, the Three Lions on his once white England shirt streaked with claret? It was a rallying cry issued to his tam-mates, but whcih was also heard loud and clear on the terraces and in the country's living rooms. Every passionate fan identified with this six-feet-four-inch giant.

Bright and intelligent - an A level student in Suffolk - he has earned his stripes and his reputation over the years not only as an honest and committed footballer but also as a broadcaster who says it exactly as he finds it and a manager who never asks for more or less than 100 per cent from his players.

This long-awaited autobiography is no different, chronicling - with absolute candour and a great sense of fun - Butcher's playing days with both Ipswich and England before his momentous move to Scotland where he led a rampant Glasgow Rangers side to just about every domestic prize. This was a carefree era, before the multi-millionaire superstars with their minders and their personal managers, and the drink culture was at its peak.

Butcher also tells the full story behind the Old Firm clashes with Celtic, one of which led to an unprecedented court case which ended with a fine and, worse, a criminal record. But in typical style the big man refused to quit and buckled down not just to continue his success as a player but also as a resident and now a successful manager in Scotland.

You have read footballers' stories in the past - but nothing quite like Butcher.