I Might Be An Ambassador.

A Mate Owned A Bryan Robson Top. We Were Kicking About, And I Asked If I Could Be Robbo For A While. My Dad Looked Out And Went Ballistic. He Wasn’t Having His Kid Dragging The Gerrard Name Through The Gutter. I Thought We’d Have To Move!

I Tried To Nutmeg Him. It Never Came Off And He Gave Me A Slap On The Back Of The Head And Told Me To Start Behaving

I Just Wanted To Jump Into The Stands And Start Celebrating With Those Wonderful Fans. (on Reaching The Champions League Final)

How Can I Think Of Leaving Liverpool After A Night Like This?

I Can Play Anywhere On The Park. Im A Bit Like That In Bed, Too