When I played three-on-three with twenty-year-olds when I was fifty, I didn't care if the guy was six eight - I threw the elbow.

I had my first puff on a joint when I was twenty-four and a half, and I was petrified. I thought I was gonna see elephants.

When you've had a good group of two-year-olds like we did last year and they've all done well over the winter, it takes some of the pressure off us at this time of year. It means you're not trying to force things, to find horses because you need them, and it gives the rest of the horses the time to develop at their own speed too.

I'll bump into a guy in a bar, and he'll say, "I'm sorry, Sonny!" It's surreal.

As I see it, there is not much difference between being sixty-three and fifty-three: whereas when I was fifty-three I felt at a staggering distance from forty-three

I want him to be that special guy he was when he played,