In rugby, there are the Flash Harrys and the Glory Boys: the fly-halves who run, kick and dazzle; the scrum-halves who nip and dart; the wingers who step and glide.

But they only get to do these things because other, less glorified figures do all of the donkey work. Tight-head prop Adam Jones is one such figure, and for a decade he was one of the world's best.

In a nation of rugby heroes, Adam Jones has become a legend. He is one of only six Welshmen who can say they've won three Grand Slams. He was the beating heart, the cornerstone of the most successful squad in Welsh rugby history.

In his intriguing and frequently joyful autobiography, Jones tells his story of how a self-effacing manual labourer from the Swansea Valley traded laying paving slabs for running out in some of the world's most imposing sporting citadels.