I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.
I just hope he doesn't frighten the players 'cos they're frigtened enough right now.
I still say the '94 Double team is the best. They could outfight you or outplay you, depending on the way you wanted it. But this side is moving in the same direction.
There has been lots of things said about me over the years. I am happy to comment on people's opinion in football I respect, but Tony Cascarino is a man I certainly do not respect, for a lot of reasons, and if I told you, you would be shocked. So the day I worry about Tony Cascarino will be a very sad day of my life.
These so-called big stars are people we are supposed to be looking up to. Well they are weak and soft. Priorities have changed in football and they are being dictated to by their wives.
They have a few drinks, and maybe the prawn sandwiches, and they don't realise what's going on out on the pitch.
The type of game I play, I'm going to pick injuries and suspensions, unfortunately.
Life is too short to be in a hurry.
I want my world to get bigger and not end up in a small corner.
So this Zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God. So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob, and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath. So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the Official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as "the soul. " So I hit him. What would you do?
Modeling is so. . . not superficial. Well, I guess it is. But it's boring.