If you'd given me the choice of going out and beating four men and smashing a goal in from thirty yards against Liverpool or going to bed with Miss World, it would have been a difficult choice. Luckily, I had both.

I was ill, and everyone could see it but me.

He can't kick with his left foot, he can't head a ball, he can't tackle and he doesn't score many goals. Apart from that he's all right.

Pele called me the greatest footballer in the world. That is the ultimate salute to my life.

They told me I wouldn't make 25. Then it was 35, then 45. These were my doctors speaking - they're all dead now.

To call Keegan a superstar is stretching a point.

I never went out in the morning with the intention of getting drunk. It just happened.