I, Dougal Trump, am dead.

Ok, Im not actually dead, but if Im not very careful, I soon will be.

In this first book, football-loving Dougal Trump finds himself at risk from
the mysterious creature living in the garden shed. Nobody believes him but as a
precaution, he sets upon writing his will rewarding thise who help him,
disinheriting those who get on his bad side, and fielding constant pleas from
friends and associates [Cool will, Dougie! Can I have your playstation?
George]. Meanwhile, as limbs and windows alike are broken by rogue footballs
and unhinged canines, Dougal finds himself in all sorts of trouble. . .