When you get to a certain age, there is no coming back.

You don't want roast beef and Yorkshire every night and twice on Sunday.

When you get to a certain age, there is no coming back.

If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He'd have put grass up there.

Being thick isn't an affliction if you're a footballer, because your brains need to be in your feet. And Beckham works hard, he's brave and he crosses a ball superbly. He treats a football like he does a wife, lovingly, with caresses.

Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.

When I go, God's going to have to give up his favourite chair.