In 1969 I gave up women and alcohol and it was the worst 20 minutes of my life.
Pele called me the greatest footballer in the world. That is the ultimate salute to my life.
I’d give all the champagne I’ve ever drunk to be playing alongside him in a big European match at Old Trafford.
They told me I wouldn’t make 25. Then it was 35, then 45. These were my doctors speaking – they’re all dead now.
One day they might even say that I was another Ryan Giggs.
I spent 90% of my money on women and drink. The rest I wasted.
There isn’t a single player I would pay to watch. A great entertainer needs to have charisma.
If I had been born ugly, you would have never heard of Pele.
I was in for 10 hours and had 40 pints – beating my previous record by 20 minutes.
He can’t kick with his left foot, he can’t head a ball, he can’t tackle and he doesn’t score many goals. Apart from that he’s all right.
I never went out in the morning with the intention of getting drunk. It just happened.
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.
People say you have to hit rock bottom, and, I can tell you, almost dying is as rock bottom as it gets.
To call Keegan a superstar is stretching a point.
Love is about mutual respect, apart from attraction.
Maybe ‘loner’ is too strong a word, but I’ve always enjoyed being on my own.
I always wanted more – more of everything.
My one big regret is that I didn’t play on for 10 more years.
You can’t trust very many people.
I was ill, and everyone could see it but me.