You Can't Do Anything About Them.

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.

When An Italian Tells Me It's Pasta On The Plate, I Check Under The Sauce To Make Sure.

That Lad Must Have Been Born Offside.

He Was Taking 30 Seconds To Book A Player. He Was Needing A Rest. It Was Ridiculous.

I Don't Like Losing But I've Mellowed. I Maybe Have A Short Fuse But It Goes Away Quicker Now.