My father was a miner and he worked down a mine.

They are closing the mine in two weeks, they say. Six days a week bumping down in the gondola, pecking out the rocks and hauling them back up, doing it again the next day for twenty-seven years, one cave-in, three thin raises, and a failed strike. Where am I going to go every day, what am I going to do with all that sunshine?

We've come a long, long way. We haven't killed a coal miner in a state of Illinois coal mine for two consecutive years.

My grandad was a miner. My father, brother, and uncles all work in industry.

You'd rather own gold; never own the miner.

It goes without saying that when you're the manager of a Premiership club, you go eight miles down the road and get beaten by a team two divisions below you, it's disappointing.