To me, England is past its sell-by date. It's not the country I grew up in.

I signed schoolboy forms for Watford when I was 12, but then my parents got divorced, and I never kicked a ball for three years. I rebelled, I left home, but getting back into football sorted me out. It was the second chance I needed.

I've always felt that people put me down, and I'd fight back. I played football 15 years, and nobody gave me any credit, and they never will do.

When two people break up, it's all about them; they can't see anyone else. And the people getting smashed to bits are the kids. Then you're getting torn - your mum wants you, your dad wants you. You just get shredded. It has a long-lasting effect as well.

I always joke and say I want to invent a comfortable stiletto and then retire.

Unintentional comedy is comedy just the same.

Even people that I agree with can do something that would be a target for a bit of humor.

We often joke about men moaning about being ill, whether it's man flu or anything else. We want them to be silent and strong about these things. And that's quite dangerous when it comes to depression, because talking about it helps. People bottle it up until it's too late.