I didn't feel any remorse or sympathy if I injured a rival. I went over the top a few times but I never broke anyone's leg.

I dished out and suffered my fair share of bloody noses.

I will never attempt to even begin to make excuses for what I did in football.

Once a place becomes special, it's no longer special.

Tackling, and that ability to stay on your feet and pressurise a player, is a dying art.

When you're young and desperate to hold on to a place in the team you do whatever is asked of you.