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

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.

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

I’d wear clogs, short pants and ladies’ bracelets. I created this aura for myself.

A realized one sends out waves of spiritual influence in his aura, which draw many people towards him. Yet he may sit in a cave and maintain complete silence.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

I think the energy I give off is quite non-confrontational. That’s something you learn from karate. Once you try to be a tough guy, you’ve got to pay up. You’ve got to prove yourself. And that’s exhausting.

The sunset on the beach, calls to her, opens your aura, and releases the power of peace in the air.

She is a woman who values the voices of her aura.

You are the sweet, soft, delicacy that delights my soul. I want to taste every part of your aura’s citrusy tang.

What you call magic is nothing more than an act of the imagination fired by the senses, then given shape by the power of your aura.