Dave Prentice's A Grand Old Team to Report was published last October - and is still rated #1 Best Seller on the Everton FC section on Amazon.
It boasts a 4.7 out of 5 star rating and reviews included: "Fantastic read. Made me laugh along the way and even made me shed a tear when describing the final hours of the legendary Dixie Dean's life.", "A terrific, easy read for any Blue" and "The most interesting book about my favourite subject Everton football club, that l have read, excellent read."
Even the most successful captain in the club's history, Kevin Ratcliffe, tweeted: "Great relaxing read Prenno, good inside stories, I’d say a must read for Evertonians."
This week it is available in paperback.
We published a selection of excerpts when it was published last year - but to mark the paperback release on August 12, here's a few more tasters ....
Brett Angell enjoyed his first - and last - Everton appearance of Joe Royle’s reign at Loftus Road.
It was a cruelly curtailed appearance, in a match which ultimately proved significant in keeping Everton in the top division - Andy Hinchcliffe curving a magnificent last minute free-kick which earned a come from behind victory against QPR.
It was a clash Angell will probably remember vividly.
Whether he will recall what happened afterwards is less likely.
Angell hadn’t kicked a ball in the first team since September 1994 but he was finally given the opportunity to impress the new boss when Duncan Ferguson was injured for the trip to Loftus Road.
Big Dunc may not have been involved, but because Neville Southall was hosting a testimonial dinner in west London at the Swallow International Hotel later that night, he also made the trip south.
Angell did not enjoy a happy return to first team football.
His control was rusty, his second touch usually a tackle - and when referee Kelvin Morton spoke to him after Angell had already been booked the Everton fans chanted: “Off! Off! Off!”
Joe Royle replaced him at half-time with Daniel Amokachi.
It was a humane hook, and Ferguson, watching the match from a hospitality box, tried to lift his crestfallen team-mate’s spirits with alcohol. Lashings of alcohol.
It worked. Briefly. Until the Everton players had to congregate, several hours later, in a packed reception room at the Swallow International.
It was hot. It was claustrophobic. And Daily Post crime reporter and lifelong Blue Richard Elias, who had accompanied me to the function, turned and whispered in my ear: “I think Brett Angell has just been sick in that plantpot.”
Richard needn’t have been so discreet.
Angell’s inflating cheeks quickly made it clear that his earlier chunder wasn’t an isolated incident.
The big striker flailed helplessly looking for an exit, so his team-mates did what all team-mates would do - highlighted his discomfort, pointed and mocked loudly. I can still hear the anguished shout of one female guest screaming: “You’re all mean! help him out!”
Brett needed no help.
Showing a turn of pace and nimble footwork which had eluded him earlier in the day he wheeled and plunged through a nearby firedoor. And never returned.
It was his last act I witnessed as an Everton player.
He joined Sunderland a week later turning from fallen Angell, to an Angell of the North in one swoop.
Joe Royle later revealed the conversation he had enjoyed with the Sunderland boss Malcolm Crosby.
“Hi Joe, it's Malcolm here. I'm interested in signing Brett Angell.”
To which Joe, with his trademark deadpan humour, replied: “Sorry, Malcolm. There must be a fault on the line. I'm sure I just heard you say you're interested in signing Brett Angell.”
Crosby retorted: “That’s right. I don't really fancy him but we're desperate.”
Angell wasn’t the answer to Crosby’s desperation. He failed to score for Sunderland, but a return to the Stockport stamping ground where he had first forged his reputation as a goalscoring centre-forward saw the goals finally flow again.
He plundered 60 goals in 157 appearances between 1996 and 2000 and then scored goals for Notts County, Preston, Walsall, Rushden and Diamonds and Port Vale, before playing his last league football, ironically, back at Queens Park Rangers.
Once again he failed to find the net at Loftus Road.
Some grounds are just plain unlucky for some players.
