They had Jan Venegoor of...whatever you call him.

I remember the first time I saw him. He was 13 and just floated over the ground like a cockier spaniel chasing a piece of silver paper in the wind.

If Chelsea drop points, the cat's out in the open. And you know what cats are like - sometimes they don't come home.

Sometimes you're not sure about a player. Sometimes you doubt. Sometimes you have to guess. Sometimes you just know.

I don't like losing but I've mellowed. I maybe have a short fuse but it goes away quicker now.

The credit to them, the better team won and there's nothing we can do about that now.

Once you shake hands with the devil, you have to accept they are in control.