I wouldn’t say I was the best manager in the business. But I was in the top one.
We had a good team on paper. Unfortunately, the game was played on grass.
If a chairman sacks the manager he initially appointed, he should go as well.
Anybody who can do anything in Leicester but make a jumper has got to be a genius.
If he’d been English or Swedish, he’d have walked the England job.
Players lose you games, not tactics. There’s so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.
I like my women to be feminine, not sliding into tackles and covered in mud.
If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He’d have put grass up there.
I can’t even spell spaghetti never mind talk Italian. How could I tell an Italian to get the ball – he might grab mine.
I gave my players a version of the same message at ten-to-three every Saturday: ‘I would shoot my granny right now for three points this afternoon.’ They knew how important it was to give everything in the cause of victory. Every time. That’s why my granny enjoyed more lives than my cat.
When I go, God’s going to have to give up his favourite chair.
It only takes a second to score a goal.
I’m sure the England selectors thought if they took me on and gave me the job, I’d want to run the show. They were shrewd, because that’s exactly what I would have done.
That Seaman is a handsome young man but he spends too much time looking in his mirror rather than at the ball. You can’t keep goal with hair like that.
For all his horses, knighthoods and championships, he hasn’t got two of what I’ve got. And I don’t mean balls!
When you get to a certain age, there is no coming back.
We used to go to the pictures every Saturday night but we had to leave a little bit early and get home and watch Match of the Day – and my wife still complains she missed the last five minutes of every film we saw.
Who the hell wants fourteen pairs of shoes when they go on holiday? I haven’t had fourteen pairs in my life.