When they first installed all-seater stadiums everyone predicted that the fans wouldn't stand for it

I'm lucky that, despite all the bad press I've had over the years, the public still seems to like me.

I definitely don't think that money can buy you love. It can buy you affection but certainly not love.

Just as I wanted to outdo everyone when I played, I had to outdo everyone when we were out on the town.

People say you have to hit rock bottom, and, I can tell you, almost dying is as rock bottom as it gets.

It all went wrong with football, the thing I loved most of all, and from there, my life slowly fell apart.

Football is big business - you can't get away from it. But you have to separate that side from the playing.

People say I slept with seven miss worlds, I didn't. It was only four, I didn't turn up for the other three

The nice thing is that when people come up to me, it's the football they remember, not all the other rubbish.

I'd give all the champagne I've ever drunk to be playing alongside him in a big European match at Old Trafford.

As long as I stay in training and play well, I don't see what objection there can be to what I do off the field.

They told me I wouldn't make 25. Then it was 35, then 45. These were my doctors speaking - they're all dead now.

The best thing about being a dad? Well, I think it's just the thing that every man wants - to have a son and heir.

We were the first generation to have to deal with the modern stardom of football. Some handled it better than others.

I dressed more like a pop star, I suppose, rather than the traditional blazer and tall trousers other players went for.

Dave Mackay is my definition of a superstar. The man broke his leg three times, but wouldn't be carried off. He walked off.

There are good players, there are great players, and there are those few at the pinnacle - the Peles, Cruyffs and Maradonas.

Robert Redford used to be such a handsome man and now look at him: everything has dropped, expanded and turned a funny color.

Even at the height of my fame, 50 per cent of the people who saw me wanted a fight; it’s the downside of being a star player.

I must be the only person in the world who's looking forward to going into hospital. I can't wait to get it over and done with.

It's a big compliment that so many people want to see me. For them, it's all about football. That's what they remember about me.

From the FA to UEFA and FIFA, there's a naivety, a lack of knowledge and understanding and packed with people who are out of touch.

I'd have to be superman to do some of the things I'm supposed to have done, I've been at six different places at six different times.

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.

My long hair and the sideburns made me stand out, really, because my hairstyle was completely different to the other footballers of that era.

There are so many memories for me in Manchester. Everywhere I go, I think, 'I used to have boutiques here, clubs there, restaurants in that area.'

Every team has a hard man. We has Nobby Stiles, Chelsea had Chopper, Arsenal had Peter Storey, Liverpool had Tommy Smith. Leeds had eleven of them

I noticed that when I touched the ball on the field, you could hear this shrill noise in the crowd with all the birds screaming like at a Beatles concert.

If I had to choose between dribbling past 5 players and scoring from 40 yards at Anfield or shagging miss world, it'd be a hard choice. Thankfully, i've done both

They'll forget all the rubbish when I've gone, and they'll remember the football. If only one person thinks I'm the best player in the world, that's good enough for me.

Players now have a groin injury for months and months, and I often think they don't really give a toss whether they're playing or not because they're getting paid anyway.

When I was playing, there were always lots of teams in contention for the league - Arsenal, Manchester City, Liverpool, Leeds. Every week was a big game and a big battle.

I was probably the first footballer ever to have a pop-star profile, and my agent was right when he said we could put my name on stair rods and sell them to people in bungalows.

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.

I even found it difficult to watch myself playing on TV because I couldn't identify with the person on the screen. I couldn't get to grips with it. It was as if it was all happening to someone else.

Cristiano Ronaldo's was the most exciting debut I've ever seen. There have been a few players described as 'The New George Best' over the years, but this is the first time it's been a compliment to me.

There isn't a single player I would pay to watch. You can say Thierry Henry, he's a fabulous striker, with pace and power, but a great entertainer needs to have charisma, too. Does he have charisma? No.

I was 19 or 20 when The Beatles were at their peak, and I was coming up to the peak of my career, too. I was also the first footballer to have long hair, and that's how I got my nickname 'the Fifth Beatle.'

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.

At the start of the season, there are 16 teams in the top division looking behind them, making sure they avoid relegation. The fear starts in the boardroom, comes down to managers and through to players. The fans sense it.

I can remember earning £5,000 a game playing for Hibs at the end of the Seventies. They let me commute from London, train on the Friday and play on Saturday. That lasted until my friends at the Inland Revenue decided to take two-thirds. That wasn't very entertaining for me.

I'm OK. Much better than on other occasions. It's true that I've made lots of mistakes but I've never tried to bother anyone. I want to stay alive, preferably in peace, without seeing every one of my mistakes in the papers, and on many occasions, even stories that are lies.

I used to dream about taking the ball 'round the keeper, stopping it on the line, and then getting on my hands and knees and heading it into the net. When I scored against Benfica in the 1968 European Cup final, I nearly did it. I left the keeper for dead, but then I chickened out.

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.

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