It's no surprise that Jones took England from World Cup humiliation in 2015 to the brink of glory in Japan this year. Eternally thoughtful about his craft and his sport, there is a fascinating final chapter — and pretty impressive piece of speedy publication — about the World Cup and Jones admits he got the selection for the final wrong. But there's much more than rugby here. Jones is very moving on his Japanese heritage. His mother was interned in the U.S. after Pearl Harbour, and he coached Japan to that memorable victory over the Springboks in Brighton in 2015. If you can read his description of that game without welling up, you should check your pulse. But it's a tough old game, rugby, and Jones is brutally frank about himself and the people and players in his life. His gifts of leadership and organisation are clearly remarkable: this is a man you would follow into the jungle. Or anywhere . . .
Eddie Jones’s autobiography is refreshingly self-critical for a man not usually associated with a deficit of confidence. Jones, indeed, emerges as a more complex character than he had led us to believe. The sections on the racism he suffered as a mixed-race child and his dejection at missing out on an international cap as a player are particularly moving