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

Scots they're either nice or they're horrid and these two are horrid. The Scots wont like that Eamon, thats bordering on racism. Its not racism its ethnic criticism Bill.

He's fat and a clown, Bill, a fat clown for all to see.

Found out. A nothing player.

I've never managed anywhere, I've managed to stay alive for 63 and a half years baby.

Well, I don't like to make outlandish statements. Not all the time. But Wimbledon would have beaten them 10-0.