Football is made up of all kinds of conflict. In a dressing room, between players, between us and the manager, between us and loads of people who don't seem to matter. It's constant and harsh sometimes.

I love football so when I finish playing I would like to still be involved in it somehow and a ­manager would be my first choice.

Part of my preparation is I go and ask the kit man what colour we're wearing - if it's red top, white shorts, white socks or black socks. Then I lie in bed the night before the game and visualise myself scoring goals or doing well.

I'm not really that bothered by appearance. I know a few players who go off doing stuff in the mirror ages before they go out to play a game, but I'm not really interested in that.

Becoming a dad means you have to be a role model for your son and be someone he can look up to.

If we're on long-haul flights I've been known to sleep on the floor so I hear the engine.

When I was about 16, I got my ball taken off me by the police for playing in the street - which is pathetic really.