As a fan of Italy, soccer, and Italian soccer, I expected to love this book but it just plain stunk. McGinnis took a Cinderella story about a small soccer team in a charming town and turned it into a snorer. How? By injecting himself as the book's main character. Instead of showing us the miracle, he tells us in details bogged down by first person impressions of interviews, characters and what they said to "Joe," and other personal opinions. Suspense is nil. We spend as much time hanging around with "Joe" in the small town as we do at soccer games, and the whole rambling affair ends up more like a bad travelogue than a Cinderella story. Forget it.