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I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
I would snack on crisps and chocolate and my meals weren't the best. I ate lots of steak with creamy sauces, chips and peas, washed down with wine and a pudding.
Trying to take the credit for Jamie Carragher and Steven Gerrard, who had been at the club since they were eight. Can you believe it? I can't.
It's perfectly okay if you don't understand every single one of them. For one thing, I make a lot of corny jokes, and you have to be 40 years old to get some of them.
I always tell young athletes the same thing, 'Wherever you go, whatever you do, what must your top priority be? Running.'
There's something about wearing clothes that your great-grandmother might have thought were nice that makes you look older.
I don't consider myself any great sage of fashion or style, whatever people may want to think.
The main thing about writing is... writing. Sitting your butt down in the chair and doing the work.
Dressing up used to be more of a thing. My dad wore a suit always. Now you think, why bother?
