I was lying in bed on a Saturday morning, reading the paper, when my phone went. The caller was Rangers director, Jack Gillespie, and he offered me the manager's job at Ibrox. I was flattered but declined with thanks. John Greig was a good friend of mine and I had no intention of being involved in ousting him.

I am such a bloody talented guy. I might go into painting or something like that.

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

Evolution happens. There's no football team in the world that has stayed together for time ever more.

David Beckham is Britain's finest striker of a football not because of God-given talent but because he practises with a relentless application that the vast majority of less gifted players wouldn't contemplate.

Promise is one thing. Fulfilling that promise is quite another.

In any normal season, most of the teams below Chelsea would think they are doing quite well.