Somewhere in there the grace of a ballet dancer joins with the strength of an SAS squaddie, the dignity of an ancient kind, the nerve of a bomb disposal officer.

They just talk drivel. Whoever is winning is great, whoever isn't, isn't. It's banal. And also semi-literate at times ... they never criticise in an intelligent way. Anything that isn't banal is said to be an outburst. They've created this cartoon world where everyone talks like Lineker and says nothing.

Somewhere in there the grace of a ballet dancer joins with the strength of an SAS squaddie, the dignity of an ancient kind, the nerve of a bomb disposal officer.

If ever a player was out of his class that night it was me.

He's one of the biggest whingers in world football... he's a bloody eejit.

Niall Quinn is a creep. The man's an idiot, a Mother Theresa.

They get to the quarter-finals, Bill, I'll show up with a dress on