“Fire in your belly comes from pride and passion in wearing the red shirt.”

Well the Kop’s exclusive. The Spion Kop at Liverpool is an institution. And if you are a member of the Kop you feel as if you are a member of a big society where you’ve got thousands of friends all roundabout you. And they’re united and loyal.

Pressure is working down the pit. Pressure is having no work at all. Pressure is trying to escape relegation on 50 shillings a week.

Which is the greatest quality of all. He was a true Liverpudlian who couldn’t look his fellow Scousers in the face after a game unless he’d given everything he had for 90 minutes.

My life is my work. My work is my life

Nice, People, Bumps, Inocence, Always

Aim for the sky and you’ll reach the ceiling. Aim for the ceiling and you’ll stay on the floor.

When antibiotics became industrially produced following World War II, our quality of life and our longevity improved enormously. No one thought bacteria were going to become resistant.

We are a team. We share the ball, we share the game, we share the worries.

Yes, Roger Hunt misses a few, but he gets in the right place to miss them.

What can you do, playing against eleven goalposts? (after 0-0 draw at Anfield)

The Spurs boss is an honest Yorkshireman and you will go a long way before finding a straighter character than that. Bill has never wavered in his determination to give White Hart Lane fans the best.

If you get to the edge of the penalty area with the ball and don’t know what to do next, just stick the ball in the net for now. We can evaluate the other options later.

Forget the Beatles and all the rest. This is the real Liverpool sound. It’s real singing, and it’s what the Kop is all about.

The trouble with referees is that they know the rules, but they do not know the game.

Of course I didn’t take my wife to see Rochdale as an anniversary present. It was her birthday and would I have got married during the football season? Anyway, it was Rochdale reserves.

If Everton were playing down the bottom of my garden, I’d draw the curtains.