I Want To Be Remembered For My

If You'd Given Me The Choice Of Going Out And Beating Four Men And Smashing A Goal In From Thirty Yards Against Liverpool Or Going To Bed With Miss World, It Would Have Been A Difficult Choice. Luckily, I Had Both.

Me And A Mate Picked Up Two Darling Birds And They Took Us Back To Their Flat. I Went Into The Bedroom With My Bird And She Started Getting Undressed. I Was That Drunk I Was Standing There Wondering How To Get Undressed Without Letting Go Of The Award. I Went To Sit On The Bed, Missed It By Four Feet And Ended Up Lying On The Floor. I Remember The Bird Looking Down At Me, And Saying, ‘some Player Of The Year.’ Then I Fell Asleep. I Woke Up Still Clutching My Award And Staggered Out Of The Flat. I Hadn’t A Bloody Clue Where I Was.

When They First Installed All-seater Stadiums Everyone Predicted That The Fans Wouldn't Stand For It

He's Not Fit To Lace My Boots As A Player. (on Kevin Keegan)

Even At The Height Of My Fame, 50 Per Cent Of The People Who Saw Me Wanted A Fight; It’s The Downside Of Being A Star Player.