I was cleaning out the pigsty at a farm in Wales, where my mother had rented a room, when the results of my final school exam were handed to me by the postman, along with the news that I had a state scholarship to Oxford. I had waited for this letter for so many weeks that I had abandoned hope, deci
“I think that can happen, that two people can love each other and not be able to get on at all.”
“It's important to score some goals and make the decisive pass for my club.”