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awful lot between the ages of 16 and 17 and I missed a load of games because of my attitude to training and the way I threw myself into it. I was doing things my body simply wasn’t ready for yet and during the first year of my apprenticeship I played just 11 games. I was up against it and I knew I had to pull out all the stops in my second year if I was to earn a professional contract on my eighteenth birthday. At the start of the second year, Gordon Bennett said to me, “Whatever you do,

condition of his heart, because he was an immensely proud man. He’d help anyone out and give his last penny if he thought it would help, but on this occasion his body couldn’t keep up with his good intentions. He’d always been incredibly fit and looked younger than his 52 years and I think that might have actually worked against him on this occasion. As per usual, he went out to see a Sunday League game the day after watching me play for the reserves and I’d normally go along with him, but for

the water passes by to figure out what you need to do next. My problem was I was the pebble and I was fighting against the rapids, splashing around so that I couldn’t see a thing – it was a joke. I still believed I could do the job and be a success but I swear had I not had the security of a three-year deal left, I’d have been out on my ear. They couldn’t have afforded to pay me off and the fact the chairman and vice-chairman were the people who had wanted me as manager in the first place meant

thanked me for that, but the reports on our next opponents, Southampton, were the best I’d ever seen. I decided to start with 4-3-3 again to try and unsettle them but it turned out to be the most bizarre game I can ever remember. Three of my players were knocked out by head clashes and two had to be carried off on a stretcher. Our goalie hit his head on the post and had to come off for treatment, and I’d lost two players by half-time. The personnel we’d lost meant I couldn’t switch back to

time because football is like a river flowing underneath a bridge and hopefully a lot more water will have gone under by then. In hindsight, I wished I’d not done what I did at Loftus Road that day and think I would have felt better if I’d at least gone out and clapped for some of the QPR fans. As for the game itself, we went in 1-0 up at the break and in the second half, our goalie is rammed sideways as he caught the ball, drops it and Lee Cook taps it home. My lads stopped, waiting for the foul

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