I'm Not Silly. I Understand That, With

I Had A Chance To Go To Italy When I Was Younger And That Would Have Been Tough Because Of The Language. America Is Easier But I Really Loved It.

I Remember Being In West Ham's Youth Team And Seeing Jody Morris Play For Chelsea At 17 And You Scoring For Liverpool On Your Debut When You Were 18. I Was Watching It On Soccer Saturday And I Was Like, "i Can't Believe He's Scored!" It's Professional Jealousy. It's Best To Be Honest About It. It Gave Me Real Desire. I Was Thinking "god I Want That To Be Me".

When I Look Back, I Didn't Enjoy Any Of The Big Games. I Didn't Enjoy Any Of The Finals. You Enjoy Lifting The Trophy And The Celebrations. But It Was Always The Next Game.

As Far As I See It You Just Can't Give Messi Space In The Dangerous Areas - We Have To Close Him Down, Get Tight And Give Him As Little Room As We Can Because If You Don't, He Can Destroy You.

I Didn't Want To Be The Rebel Who Was Bottom Of The Class, So I Worked Hard. They Wanted Me To Stay On For A-levels, But Football Came Calling - That Was My Real Love.