I was quite good at football once, although other than that my speciality would be maths. I'm great at sudokus and find all the spin-off games pretty easy too.

Soccer is a game for 22 people that run around, play the ball, and one referee who makes a slew of mistakes, and in the end Germany always wins.

My eldest son George had acute myeloid leukaemia when he was a tiny baby, he is now 20 and doing very well. He is a mini-miracle in many ways.

Football is a simple game. Twenty-two men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end, the Germans always win.

A handball is when your hand touches the ball.

Every act of kindness is potent and lingers long in the heart of the recipient.

I wouldn't want to go out six nights a week and watch somebody's reserves playing to check out a footballer to see if we're going to buy him.

My fiancee's brother-in-law was recently paralysed in an accident and it really brought home the fact that thousands of young people live with spinal injuries. It's an issue I wish had more coverage.

If someone in the crowd spits at you, you have just got to swallow it.

I am not leaving twitter. If the mindless few defeat the thoughtful majority we are all doomed.

My wife Danielle and I love travelling, different cultures and good weather.

The beauty of a bright new day!

Lo, which a greet thing is affeccioun!Men may die of imaginacioun, So depe may impressioun be take.

A little perspective, like a little humor, goes a long way.

Age is not measured by years. Nature does not equally distribute energy. Some people are born old and tired while others are going strong at seventy.

Envy-Thy art blindness

There have never been so many civil wars as in the Kingdom of Christ.

Every relationship is an experiment and what one learns from it is so fascinating.

No one is more insufferable than he who lacks basic courtesy.

I sip the Dom P watching Gandhi til I'm charged - writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?