We'll all see through Mourinho. We'll find out he's just a Bengal lancer.

I'll have you know that I am not a failed Third Division footballer. I am a failed Second Division footballer.

You need dictatorships and poverty to produce great footballers.

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.

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

Ability and guts is an unbeatable combination.

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.