We had seven turnovers and you're not going to win a game doing that. We were in the game, but you turn it over that much and you just don't have a chance.

Abel just played great. He had a great game receiving and a great game on defense, with a bunch of tackles and a couple quarterback sacks. He played his butt off.

They're a pretty good football team. They get to the ball, they have great team speed and they're physical.

[Then a terrible thing happened. In August 2002 his four-month-old son, Jake, died, a victim of cot death.] I found myself painting every single day, ... It most definitely helped me deal with the situation. It was how I coped. It was good for me.

We'll never forget Jake. We remember the good times. But Joseph makes sure we don't have much time to dwell on the grief that we felt.

It's something that has always been there, within me. My great-grandfather used to decorate his letters home from the First World War with ornate drawings, so maybe I inherited something from him. I stayed on at school and got art A-Level. It was just something I enjoyed doing, though it wasn't high on my list of potential careers. I was sports-orientated and I saw myself possibly being a PE teacher.