“The ball was literally glued to the back of his foot – into the back of the net.”

He had no chance of beating Schmeichel from there, but it was always worth a try.

That’s referee Mike Reed’s 50th booking of the season, which works out at an average of six a game.

They (Liverpool players) are passing the cup down the line like a new born baby. Although when they are back in the dressing room they will probably fill it with champagne, something you should never do to a baby.

The shot from Laws was precise but wide.

It’s going to take a shoehorn to prise these two teams apart

Villa will probably play a lot worse than this and lose.

Liverpool are currently halfway through an unbeaten twelve-match run

Cleland was the victim of his own downfall.

And Ritchie has now scored 11 goals.

He’s passing the ball like Idi Amin.

A win tonight is the minimum City must achieve

There isn’t an injury known to man that Bryan Robson hasn’t had.

He’ll probably wake up having sleepless nights about that one.

…like a predator about to devour the target.

I have come up at the end of a dive, and the boat was not where I left it. I had to take care of a buddy who did panic. But I was confident the boat would come back.

If somebody dumps something noxious in my back yard, the dumper is the last one I would call on to repair the damage.

If we could magically transport ourselves back to the young Earth, when it was only a billion years old or two billion years old or three billion years old or four billion years old.

We receive grace from the sacrament. And when we fumble due to sin – and it’s gonna happen – confession puts us back on the field.

If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago.

I had reached a point in my career in which I was ready to try something new in my writing, and the idea of a novel has always been in the back of my mind.

In the back of my mind, I can never forget this could be gone tomorrow – and at this point I think the odds are against me…

However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’