I've found myself on some days leaving home at three in the morning. I'm outside the training ground at five but they don't open up until seven. I'm just sitting there, listening to the radio.

What are they going to do, shoot me? It's not war you know.

Scholes was playing tiki-taka football when nobody in England knew what it was. He was another of those players, like Denis Law or Bobby Moore, who at 15 probably looked as if he wouldn't make it. Too small, you would think - can't run, dumpy little ginger nut - but then the ball would come to him and he would dazzle you. He was the best footballer in that Manchester United midfield, better than Ryan Giggs and Roy Keane.

I don't think there is any place in football for drinking. I have said on several occasions to players: You don't put diesel in a Ferrari.

We've got sports scientists who insist it's important for the lads to eat after games to refuel, even if it's 2am. I used to refuel after games at West Ham until half past three in the morning in a different way - but then I'm old school.

You come here to Anfield, you stand there and listen to that crowd, and it's the greatest sight in football.

He's disappeared to Azerbaijan, or somewhere ridiculous in the world.