Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.
There are more hooligans in the House of Commons than at a football match.
Saturday comes again, welcome or not, it comes again like it always does, welcome or not, wanted or not, another judgment day – The chance to be saved, the chance to be damned.
Bill eventually became Mr Tottenham Hotspur, and produced such a dazzling team at White Hart Lane that they won the double and played the game in a way that was an object lesson to everybody.
You don’t want roast beef and Yorkshire every night and twice on Sunday.
Being thick isn’t an affliction if you’re a footballer, because your brains need to be in your feet. And Beckham works hard, he’s brave and he crosses a ball superbly. He treats a football like he does a wife, lovingly, with caresses.
Beckham? His wife can’t sing and his barber can’t cut hair.
If any one of my players isn’t interfering with play, they’re not getting paid.
I’m dealing with my drinking problem and I have a reputation for getting things done.
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day, but I wasn’t on that particular job.
I want no epitaphs of profound history and all that type of thing. I contributed. I would hope they would say that, and I would hope somebody liked me.
The river Trent is lovely, I know because I have walked on it for 18 years.
Telling the entire world and his dog how good a manager I was. I knew I was the best but I should have said nowt and kept the pressure off ’cos they’d have worked it out for themselves.
Walk on water? I know most people out there will be saying that instead of walking on it, I should have taken more of it with my drinks. They are absolutely right.
On occasions I have been big-headed. I think most people are when they get in the limelight. I call myself Big Head just to remind myself not to be.
The ugliest player I ever signed was Kenny Burns.
They love me for what I’m not They hate me for what I am.
Acne is a bigger problem than injuries.
Resignations are for Prime Ministers and those caught with their trousers down, not for me.
If God had wanted us to play football in the clouds, he’d have put grass up there.