I watched some Liverpool games, but it wasn't like, “Oh, it's Saturday.” I didn't even know when the matches started. I was just busy with other things. Played sports. Enjoyed life, spent time with grandchildren, completely ordinary things, knowing that I would work again. But at the same time, I understand that I no longer want to work as a coach.
But you never know for sure. I'm 58. If I start again at 65, everyone will say, “You said you'd never do it again.” Um, sorry, I was thinking 100 percent when I said that. That's what I'm thinking right now. I don't lack anything.
