last week, published in 1983. Pretty decent. It was straight forward, much like Imran himself. He didn't come off as arrogant as I had thought, but find it amusing that nothing was ever his fault entirely. He blamed every bad loss in which he bowled on either injuries to himself or failure by batsmen. He was surprisingly humble about his cricketing talents. My favorite part was a little story he tells about hitting Zaheer with a bouncer in a county match. Shall copy that paragraph sometime later.
Would love to read Ivo Tennant's biography of him next, but first I shall go through Wasim's autobiography that just came in the mail today.