Football, Bloody Hell!

Manchester United Might Not Win Premier League Every Year, But We'd Always Be Up There Competing For It Every Year.

I Was Lying In Bed On A Saturday Morning, Reading The Paper, When My Phone Went. The Caller Was Rangers Director, Jack Gillespie, And He Offered Me The Manager's Job At Ibrox. I Was Flattered But Declined With Thanks. John Greig Was A Good Friend Of Mine And I Had No Intention Of Being Involved In Ousting Him.

We Got Anxious At The End Of The Weekend In Our Urgency To Try To Score The Winning Goal. Ended Up Playing Far Too Many Long Balls Forward. That Style Of Play Doesn't Suit Manchester United. We Must Continue To Play Football And Enjoy The Game. If We Do That, Eventually Things Will Come Right For Us.

I Am Such A Bloody Talented Guy. I Might Go Into Painting Or Something Like That.

Attack Wins You Games, Defence Wins You Titles.