We Had A Good Team

Who The Hell Wants Fourteen Pairs Of Shoes When They Go On Holiday? I Haven't Had Fourteen Pairs In My Life.

It Only Takes A Second To Score A Goal.

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.

The Ugliest Player I Ever Signed Was Kenny Burns.