There are members of the London press who seek to antagonise me, deliberately.
I feel sympathy for the working class lad. I’ve always championed about ticket prices and try to equate that to people’s salaries.
The culmination of three trophies was the pinnacle of my career and it has been rewarded with a knighthood.
Well, football is a hard game; there’s no denying it. It’s a game that can bring out the worst in you, at times.
I don’t like losing but I’ve mellowed. I maybe have a short fuse but it goes away quicker now.
If I have my health I can carry on. There will be a point when I do quit but I have absolutely no idea when that is.
You are responsible to each other because when you win a game of football, you only need eight players to perform well.
If we can play like that every week we’ll get some level of consistency.
Her Majesty said she hoped I would have time for my horses – I own two and have shares in four.
If my parents were still alive, they would be very proud. They gave me a good start in life, the values that have driven me, and the confidence to believe in myself.
Sometimes you’re not sure about a player. Sometimes you doubt. Sometimes you have to guess. Sometimes… you just know.
You can’t applaud a referee.
As long as there are games to play it is not over.
Football management is such a pressurised thing – horseracing is a release. I’m also learning to play the piano – I’m quite determined – it’s another release from the pressure of my job.
I tell the players that the bus is moving. This club has to progress. And the bus wouldn’t wait for them. I tell them to get on board.