“Lampard’s not the first player to run to the crowd with lips over his mouth.”

Quite seriously. Be careful.

If you’re still watching, write in and we’ll send you a fiver each.

There’s a certain amount of one-way shirt swapping going on.

I’m trying to get some building work done at the moment.

Not many players get three cracks of the cherry.

The aura of uninvincibility has gone, if there is such a word.

We didn’t invent the Grateful Dead, the crowd invented the Grateful Dead.

My opening acts are always really strong because I need a guy who can take on a big, big crowd. Which is not that easy to do.

Scientists – the crowd that for dash and style make the general public look like the Bloomsbury set.

The crowd one day cried, “Crucify him,” and the whole world united to murder the Son of God, because in their ignorance they knew Him not.

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

I loathe crowds. I especially dont like cities.

We read the weird tales in newspapers to crowd out the even weirder stuff inside us.

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.