Paul Furlong is my vintage Rolls Royce and he cost me nothing. We polish him, look after him, and I have him fine tuned by my mechanics. We take good care of him because we have to drive him every day, not just save him for weddings.

It was lucky that the linesman wasn't stood in front of me as I would have poked him with a stick to make sure he was awake.

I might be in a bit of a Skoda garage rather than a Mercedes garage, but I am telling you some old bangers don't half polish up great.

The dietician is going to get rid of that when he comes in. Although, first, we've got to get a dietician.

You can say that strikers are very much like postmen: they have to get in and out as quick as they can before the dog starts to have a go.

My wife runs the house much better than I could so I think she could be a linesman or a referee or even a football manager and that's the truth.

My ceiling's broken, my car's got a puncture and we've just lost two matches. But I've got my health and I'll ask the big man upstairs why he didn't give us a point.