A confession — I slipped up the other day. Big time. I mentioned to Abbey, my wife, that I miss going in for training and playing at Christmas time. You should have seen the look. 'Really?!'
I'll use this space to place on record that I love my family time, in case she is reading, and the three festive periods since retirement have been special.
But professional footballer is the best job in the world and that is no different at Christmas.
There is something about going in with the lads to train on Christmas Day.