Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don't even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.
Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.
I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?
As long as I've got one chance to beat you I'm going to take it.
What are we out at the park for except to win?
In order to become a big-league manager you have to be in the right place at the right time. That's rule number one.