Paul Furlong is my vintage Rolls Royce and he cost me nothing. We polish him, look after him, and I have him fine tuned by my mechanics. We take good care of him because we have to drive him every day, not just save him for weddings.
I am more than happy at Blackpool and I am afraid the chairman will need a hell of a tub of cream to get rid of me - I'm like a bad rash and not easily curable.
In football you need to have everything in your cake mix to make the cake taste right. One little bit of ingredient that Tony Pulis uses in his cake gets talked about all the time is Rory's throw. Call that cinnamon and he's got a cinnamon flavoured cake.
It was lucky that the linesman wasn't stood in front of me as I would have poked him with a stick to make sure he was awake.
I love Blackpool. We're very similar. We both look better in the dark.
The dietician is going to get rid of that when he comes in. Although, first, we've got to get a dietician.
This club needs an impetus of energy - but I just feel tired to be honest. I'm worn out.
There was a spell in the second half when I took my heart off my sleeve and put it in my mouth.
You can say that strikers are very much like postmen: they have to get in and out as quick as they can before the dog starts to have a go.
I might be in a bit of a Skoda garage rather than a Mercedes garage, but I am telling you some old bangers don't half polish up great.
Managing a league club is like making love to a mermaid... you should always be aiming for a top half finish