Steven Gerrard Quotes

Let’s not have any regrets when we walk off that field at the end of tonight,

Steven Gerrard was a regular complainer, not because he was ever left out but because of the strange decisions that Rafa Benítez would sometimes make. The team-sheet would go up, without Xabi Alonso’s name on it. Stevie would go bananas. ‘Why the f*** has he done that?’ Straight to Rafa’s door, bang-bang-bang.

I remember Jerzy Dudek being in a terrible state. Normally Jerzy’s the nicest fellow on the planet; but after a night on the drink he came out of Monty’s wanting to fight the security guys and the police. He wanted to take on the world. I think that’s when most of us realized, a little blearily, it was time to call it a night.

For some strange reason there were various rumours about the pair of us fighting on the training pitch. It was always bollocks. I would get more pissed off that they always had Carra winning our imaginary fights. I’ll have to get the gloves on one night – especially now that Carra is sparring with Tony Bellew, one of our top boxers in Liverpool.

You can play for Liverpool, or become manager, but it’s only a temporary privilege. The club will be here for ever. It’s always going to have top players and top managers. There will be highs and lows along the way but you’re only in your position for a certain amount of time.

This does not slip now! This does not slip!

Steven Gerrard with Donald McRae MY STORY

[On England's elimination from the 2002 World Cup after losing 2-1 to Brazil] Never was Steven Gerrard more noticeably missed, for his ability to pass, rather than kick the ball over 40 yards and for his steely mentality. Not for the first time, Eriksson's substitutions were baffling. The situation cried for Joe Cole, the one England player with a trick to beat a man, but it was the convalescent Kieron Dyer who was sent on, in place of Sinclair. Owen, never fully fit, was withdrawn after 80 minutes, at which stage Eriksson sent on Darius Vassell and Teddy Sheringham in a move which smacked of desperation, rather than tactical nous. From Sven-Goran Eriksson: The Final Reckoning