The treble parade would have been the most perfect moment of my footballing life, but for the two people standing behind me, clearly already plotting their next move.
To say that I haven't been motivated to play is absolute nonsense.
A goal is a goal no matter which end it goes in. I'm pleased to get off the mark again.
An image has stuck for most of my career and it isn't flattering.
I don't really think kids care much these days - they just tell you to f*** off.
I hate talking about football. I just do it, you know?