I Will Respect This Liver. After All,

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.

I Never Went Out In The Morning With The Intention Of Getting Drunk. It Just Happened.

Me And A Mate Picked Up Two Darling Birds And They Took Us Back To Their Flat. I Went Into The Bedroom With My Bird And She Started Getting Undressed. I Was That Drunk I Was Standing There Wondering How To Get Undressed Without Letting Go Of The Award. I Went To Sit On The Bed, Missed It By Four Feet And Ended Up Lying On The Floor. I Remember The Bird Looking Down At Me, And Saying, ‘some Player Of The Year.’ Then I Fell Asleep. I Woke Up Still Clutching My Award And Staggered Out Of The Flat. I Hadn’t A Bloody Clue Where I Was.

They Told Me I Wouldn't Make 25. Then It Was 35, Then 45. These Were My Doctors Speaking - They're All Dead Now.

I Don't Recognize Myself In The Players I See Today. There's Only One Who Excites Me, And That Is Thierry Henry. He's Not Just A Great Footballer, He's A Showman, An Entertainer.