By his eighteenth birthday David Millar was living and racing in France, sleeping in rented rooms, tipped to be the next English-speaking Tour winner. A year later he`d realised the dream and signed a professional contract. He perhaps lived the high life a little too enthusiastically - he broke his heel in a fall from a roof after too much drink, and before long the pressure to succeed had tipped over into doping. Here, in a full and frank autobiography, David Millar recounts the story from the inside: he doped because `cycling`s drug culture was like white noise`, and because of peer pressure. `I doped for money and glory in order to guarantee the continuation of my status.` Five years on from his arrest, Millar is clean and reflective, and holds nothing back in this account of his dark years.