I was my own worst enemy in my debut. Not one player tested my mechanics.

My favorite team growing up was the Cincinnati Reds. Living within 10 minutes of the ball park I went to as many games as possible growing up as long as they didn't conflict with my baseball schedule.

It was nothing personal: if it had been, I would have left him on so he could have suffered like everyone else.

The biggest thing I've found since I left the game - and I'm glad I chose to leave rather than being sacked - is that so many people are in football for the wrong reasons. Not because they love the game, but because they smell money.

Shearer could be at 100% fitness, but not peak fitness.

Is he ever going to learn?

In football, time and space are the same thing.