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

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.

The difference between Everton and the Queen Mary is that Everton carry more passengers!

The very word ‘Anfield’ means more to me than I can describe.

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

Football is a simple game made complicated by people who should know better.

Ian Callaghan will go down as one of the game’s truly great players.

A football team is like a piano. You need eight men to carry it and three who can play the damn thing.

At a football club, there’s a holy trinity – the players, the manager and the supporters. Directors don’t come into it. They are only there to sign the checks.

The best side drew (after a hard fought 1-1 draw)

What a great day for football, all we need is some green grass and a ball.

If you can’t support us when we lose or draw, don’t support us when we win

I’ve had many skilful men and the likes of Peter Thompson, Ian St John, Kevin Keegan and Steve Heighway were the ones who caught the eye. But the best professional of the lot was Gerry Byrne.

I never drop a player I only make changes.

I’ve been a slave to football. It follows you home, it follows you everywhere, and eats into your family life. But every working man misses out on some things because of his job.

He knew them only ‘in Braille’ – the curtains were never drawn back in the rooms in Oxford where he met those boys. It was the most sordid life you can imagine. And he was bleating about love and dragging the fair name of Mr. Plato into the trial – after a life like that?

I was in the Rockin’ Vicars, which was the first British band to tour behind the Iron Curtain.

Who has not sat before his own heart’s curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Blow the dust off the clock. Your watches are behind the times. Throw open the heavy curtains which are so dear to you – you do not even suspect that the day has already dawned outside.

That’s it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

Nature is like parting a curtain, you go into it …. as you would cross an empty beach to look at the ocean.

Bring down the curtain, the farce is over.

Those same people, when they leave the theater, when they look behind the curtains they are curious about their neighbors, they can guess if their neighbors are siblings or a couple, how old they are, what their occupation is.