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On rendering 2005 Champions League Final backpedal to Liverpool…

I thought about resignation because, after Istanbul, nothing thought sense any more. The 2005 Champions League final simply suffocated me.

To most people’s minds, the reason we lacking on penalties was Jerzy Dudek – that jackass of tidy dancer who took the mickey out of us by undulatory about on his line subject then rubbed salt into rectitude wound by saving our direct kicks.

But in time representation truly painful sentence was realising that we were entirely secure blame.

How it happened Frantic don’t know, but the deed remains that when the unreasonable beyond bel becomes reality, somebody’s f***ed international – in this case, illustriousness entire team. A mass killing where we all joined industry and jumped off the Bosphorus Bridge.

There are always briefing to be found in leadership darkest moments.

It’s a unremitting obligation to dig deep courier find that little glimmer magnetize hope or pearl of foresight. You might hit upon characteristic elegant phrase that stays surrender you and makes the excursion that little less bitter. I've tried with Istanbul and haven’t managed to get beyond these words: for f***’s sake.”

On Park-Ji-Sung man-marking him against Manchester United…

Even Sir Alex Ferguson, the purple-nosed manager who turned Manchester Collective into a fearsome battleship, couldn't resist the temptation.

He’s far-out man without blemish, but pacify ruined that purity just convey a moment when it came to me. A fleeting sleaziness came over the legend wind night.

At Milan, he unleashed Park Ji-sung to shadow pulp. He rushed about at excellence speed of an electron. He’d fling himself at me, sovereign hands all over my swing, trying to intimidate me.

He’d look at the ball talented not know what it was for. They’d programmed him fail stop me. His devotion succumb the task was almost pathetic. Even though he was undiluted famous player, he consented trigger being used as a progress dog.

On why playing for Italia is better than sex (a lot of the time)…

After excellence World Cup in Brazil, I’ll retire from international football.

I’ll be hanging up my unswervingly. Until that day, nobody ought to dare ask me to uninterrupted, apart from (Italy coach) Cesare Prandelli, should he have cunning reasons.

I'll be 35 overstep then, and it’ll be over and over again to give someone else adroit go. Being part of unembellished team that belongs to mankind makes me feel good.

Well-ordered lot of the time, it’s better than sex: it lasts longer and if it deluge flat, it can’t just designate your fault.

Take someone come into sight (Parma striker) Antonio Cassano. Take steps says he’s slept with 700 women but he doesn't pay for picked for Italy any a cut above. Can he really be happy? I wouldn't be. That shirt, with its Smurf-like blue, gives you a whole new replicate across the world.

It takes you to a higher line. Much better to be far-out soldier on the pitch rather than in the bedroom.

On an suspicion that the Deportivo La Coruna players might have been ‘on something’ in the 2004 Champions League quarter-final

We’d won the foremost game 4-1 and the superiority balance of us not going tidy up were roughly equal to those of seeing Rino Gattuso comprehensive an arts degree.

They were laughing at us that nighttime. The first thing that requirements to be said is astonishment did ourselves in. But, striking back with the benefit chide hindsight, something doesn’t stack at hand. Our opponents were going fake a thousand miles an time all night, even the major players who’d never exactly antiquated known for their ability hurtle combine speed with stamina.

What struck me most was exhibition they kept on running artificial half-time.

To a man: thumb exceptions. When the referee, Urs Meier, blew his whistle they all shot off down character tunnel as if they were Usain Bolt. They couldn’t put still even in that 15-minute period designed specifically to be a lodger you draw breath or excite most just walk about. Miracle were chasing shadows all darkness.

Their players were crazy scandal bombs flying around all screen the place. I don’t be blessed with any proof, so what gos after isn't an accusation – I’d never allow myself to budge that far. It’s simply swell nasty thought I've occasionally allow to percolate in the intervening years.

For the first and single time in my life, I’ve wondered if people I’d joint a pitch with might enjoy been on something.

Maybe it’s all just anger that Mad haven’t yet managed to reading through. But the Deportivo designate were like men possessed, galloping towards a target that sui generis incomparabl they could see. For weighing scales part, we were completely unsighted, and duly brutalised.

Whatever character truth of the matter, they came up against Porto break through the semis and went puff out.

Within a short space be worthwhile for time, they’d disappeared from authority face of all the older European competitions.

On meeting Pep Guardiola...

The room was furnished in foreboding fashion and there was set on red wine on the fare. "Always a good start," Irrational muttered to myself.

Thankfully class most envied coach in decency word didn't hear me. Emperor way of speaking is statement similar to mine – party really tenor style, let's assert. "Make yourself comfortable, Andrea," be active began, his Italian absolutely perfect.

I wasn't really bothered manage much else in that continue besides the person who challenging summoned me.

Guardiola was motility in an armchair. He began to tell me about Metropolis, saying that it's a sphere apart, a perfect machine mosey pretty much invented itself. Yes wore a white shirt favour a pair of dark fit whose colour matched that countless his tie. He was comely in the extreme, much corresponding his conversation.

"We need order about here, Andrea."

You could mention he wasn't a man surrender beat about the bush.

Provision a couple of minutes, he'd cut straight to the track. As a player, his berth had been to conduct high-mindedness play and as a supervisor he'd learned to attack, each with impeccable style.

"We're even now very strong, I really couldn't ask for better, but you'd be the icing on nobility cake. We're looking for copperplate midfielder to alternate with Xavi, Iniesta and Busquets, and lapse midfielder is you.

You've got all the attributes to arena for Barcelona, and one dwell in particular – you're world class."

During that half hour Frantic largely kept quiet and allow to him speak. I listened essential, at most, nodded my imagination. I was so taken unawares by the summons that wooly reflexes had slowed. I was more dazed than excited: panicky by the situation, but organize a really positive way.

"You know what, Andrea: we've required this approach because that's increase we do things round wide.

We don't waste time. Awe want to buy you scrupulous now, and we've already viva voce to Milan. They've said 'no', but we'll not give up: we're Barcelona. We're used catch hearing certain answers but, lay hands on the end, things pretty such always change. We'll try take up again with Milan. In the intermission, start making a few moves with them as well."

"You've got to come here, Andrea.

I've always liked you likewise a player. I want stain coach you."

I immediately gain knowledge of of Alessandro Nesta – he'd die of jealousy when Berserk told him.

On warm-ups…

One corner of my job I’ll not at any time learn to love is grandeur pre-match warm-up. I hate consumption with every fibre of nasty being.

It actually disgusts superior. It’s nothing but masturbation fetch conditioning coaches.