We like Steve Ellis here at Truck Towers. This is partly because as Wednesday's official club photographer he takes some top pictures of the boys in their triumphs and traumas. And partly because he captures the essence of the club rather than just the players.

But mainly we love him because we keep snipping his efforts out of The Star, sticking captions on them and running them in the fanzine with (so far) not a peep out of his solicitors!

So we've been having a look at his book, which no doubt loads of you got for Christmas (just the Wednesday boxers for us this year). This glorious tome covers the last 21 years, which is just about dead right for us, leading us on a starry journey from Big Jack to Pleaty.

The pictures are a joy on a number of levels. Firstly, although we're no experts here, they are technically top. It's not just about getting them sharp and colourful; it's the whole knack of getting just the right moment which Steve Ellis impresses with.

Next there are the snaps of the players who you'd not exactly forgotten about, but who'd nipped out of your memory for a fag. It's not just the Dean Barricks and the Kevin 'Ticker' Taylors of some years ago; you find yourself being taken unawares by the Klass Ingessons, Mark Degryses and Darko Kovacevics.

Of our more regular heroes there are some pearlers, especially as they arrive fresh faced at the start of their Wednesday careers. Mel Sterland looking as chuffed as a dog with two as he signs for Big Jack and Hirsty a million light years from his male model days, as Wilkinson hugs him fresh off the plane from Cudworth.

And then there are touches of detail, the ever changing look of the ground, some of the more nightmary shirts (the blood curdling away experiments and of course the butchers stripes), and strangely interesting, the shirt sponsors - remember MHS, Finlux, VT Plastics and the splendid Mr Tom? Where are at least two of them now?

Some snaps simply make you shout out for joy or start to weep. Shezza's winner in the League cup Final, all four from boxing-day and the bonsai version of Kevin Pressman from 1984 are all sources of deep happiness.

The saddest football moment lurks on page 155 where stood, arms aloft, wearing the blue and white.....Eric Cantona. And far and away the saddest image of all is, of course, the masses of flowers and scarves by the Leppings Lane railings after the tragedy.

This book is nothing short of an Aladdin's cave of delight for lovers of all things Wednesday. And for the squeamish, the Eustace era covers only two pages, and there are actually no pictures of Colin West.