Arsene Wenger
"From my position in the dug-out I did not see the incident clearly so I cannot really comment. However, I do think that he gets picked on by opposition players and fans who are clearly chickenophobic."

David O'Leary
"To be fair, he's just a baby chicken really and crossing the road is just a big exciting adventure for him. He'll enjoy the experience as long as it lasts and learn from it, but I don't seriously expect him to cross it this season."

Alex Ferguson
"As far as I'm concerned he crossed the road at least a minute early according to my watch."

George Graham
"I want good, solid team of chickens who'll cross the road in a straight line when they're told and how they're told. There's no room at this club for a prima donna chicken running around aimlessly - he's not worth it!"

Gianluca Vialli
"When the fish are down, he'll just be one of the chaps. It doesn't matter to me whether he's an Italian, French or English chicken as long as he's willing to die on the pitch."

Peter Reid
"Just cross the f***ing road, you chicken f***!"

Glenn Hoddle
"The chicken was hit by the lorry when crossing the road because in a previous life it had been a bad chicken."

Brian Clough
"If God had wanted chickens to cross roads he'd have put corn in the tarmac. Anyway, I'm more interested in Wild Turkey."

Ron Atkinson
"Spotter's badge, Clive. For me, Chicko's popped up at the back stick, little eyebrows, and gone bang! And I'll tell you what - I've got a sneaking feeling that this road's there to be crossed."

Ruud Gullit
"I am hoping to see some sexy poultry."

Gordon Strachan
"I'm really proud of the wee fella. Let's face it, if it had been one of the big chickens everyone would be saying how well he'd done, but as it's one of the wee chickens it must be luck."

John Gregory
"Two months ago that chicken was saying he was happy here. Now he tells me he wants to cross the road. I feel like shooting him."

Kevin Keegan
"OK, so the chicken's dead, but I still feel, hey, he can go all the way to the other side of the road."

Joe Royle
"I can't understand why they're letting female chickens cross roads these days. They should be at home laying eggs."

Bobby Robson
"Goose, what turkey, is there a duck somewhere, where am I?"

Gordon Strachan, football manager and comic genius!

>On Wayne Rooney...
>\"It\'s an incredible rise to stardom; at 17 you\'re more likely to get a call from Michael Jackson than Sven Goran Eriksson.\"

>Reporter: \"Gordon, can we have a quick word please?\"
>Strachan: \"Velocity\" [walks off]

>Reporter: So, Gordon, in what areas do you think Middlesbrough were better than you today?
>Strachan: What areas? Mainly that big green one out there.

>Reporter: There goes your unbeaten run. Can you take it?
>Strachan: No, I\'m just going to crumble like a wreck. I\'ll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe jump off a bridge.

>Reporter: Welcome to Southampton Football Club. Do you think you are the right man to turn things around?
>Strachan: No, I think they should have got George Graham because I\'m useless.

>Reporter: \"What is your impression of Jermaine Pennant?\"
>Strachan: \"I don\'t do impressions\"

>Reporter: So Gordon, any changes then?
>Strachan: Naw, still 5ft 6, ginger and a big nose!

Stevie G Song (cant take my eyes off of u)
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
And when we're all drunk in the bars,
We can't believe that you're ours,
You're just to good to be true,
Can't get the ball off of you...

Oh Steee-ven Gerr-aaard, da da da da da da (etc)

Stevie G Song (let it be)
When we find ourselves in times of trouble
Stevie G runs past me
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G
And in my home, the Spion Kop
We watch him jog, right in front of me
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G
The local lad turned hero, Stevie G
And when the jubilant Kopite people
All living in The Park agree
That we all know the answer, Stevie G
And although we may all be fooled,
There is still a chance that we will see
The footballing phenomenon, Stevie G
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G
Spreading balls with wisdom, Stevie G
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a man that we all see
A young, committed Kopite, Stevie G
Playing to the sound of music
Stevie G runs past me
Playing the game with wisdom, Stevie G
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Stevie G
For we all know the answer, his name is Stevie G

Sammi Hyppia (the adams family)
In our defensive foursome
He's absolutely awesome
From corners he will score some
It's Sami Hyypia!

European Glory (Mrs Robinson)
And here's to you, Slovan Liberec
Liverpool loves you more than you will know (wo ho ho)
God bless you please Rapid Bucharest
Liverpool holds a place for those we play,
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Shanks took us into Europe back in 1965
A dodgy ref cost us the game
But Anfield's famous songs they kept on belting out
As Inter shook to the Kop's name
And here's to you Paris Saint Germain
Bottles of wine just a pound a throw (wo ho ho)
God bless you please Dynamo Kiev
Expensive but the trip was worth the pay,
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
We got to know Ferencvaros and Eintracht Frankfurt fans
We helped them drink the night away.
Look around and all they'd see were banners made of red.
The famous Kopites singing off their heads.
Allez allez les vertes St Etienne,
Moenchengladbach, Bruges we so miss you (you hoo hoo)
Where are you now Polands' Widzew Lodz
The teams Bob's lads flew from Speke to play.
(Allez Allez Allez Allez)
Gerard had a Euro dream, the draw was never kind
Roma, Porto, Barca then Alaves
We could never beat those teams the papers always said
But we had Macca's shiny baldy head
Joe Fagan and his Mighty Reds
Strode into Roma's Lion's den, (way back then)
But we had Brucie and his wobbly legs
And smokin' Joe took the Treble away,
(hey hey hey... the Treble away)
Sitting on a sofa on a Thursday afternoon
Watching the Champions League draw on TV
Spanish, Swiss and Russian are the teams we'll have to play
Till Sami lifts the European Cup for us in May
Where have you gone, Dynamo Dresden?
The red and white Kop still remembers you (you hoo hoo)
And we'll sing You'll Never Walk Alone
As Europe falls to Liverpool once again
(to our Redmen, the Mighty Redmen)

You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm, there's a golden sky, and the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone... You'll never walk alone. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone... You'll never walk alone.

Fields of Anfield Road
Outside the Shankly Gates I heard a Kopite calling : Shankly they have taken you away But you left a great eleven Before you went to heaven Now it's glory round the Fields