Best 20 quotes of Paul Merson on MyQuotes

Confidence is a horrible thing

David Nugent tore up the Championship but he’s gone to Portsmouth and he’s a fish up a tree

Don't put too much pressure on Jack Wilshere... in years to come I think he will be an Arsenal great like Liam Brady

Everton are literally a bag of Revells.

Every single player on the pitch is now in the Birmingham box, apart from two of them.

Football's all about yesterday, it's all about now

If you keep walking past the barbers, eventually you'll get a haircut.

If you’re chopping and changing the team you don’t get that word I can’t pronounce beginning with ‘C’.

In England, Rooney is a world-class footballer in the world.

I think Southampton will finish above teams that are well below them.

It's very difficult to play when your lung comes out of your air

Reading won't have the confidence to be confident

That shot moved like... I was going to say a shop, but the shop's shut

The best player I ever played against was Paolo Maldini. We [Arsenal] played against Milan in the European Supercup [in 1995]. Maldini marked me and I didn't even get a kick of the ball all game. He was just unbelievable.

The big oxygen thing is out for Benni McCarthy... he's got a lot of medical round him

To win the Champions League with Porto, you have to be tactically acute

United won't fall asleep against Liverpool. They'll win it in their sleep

When Everton knock it long, they don't knock it long

When we kicked off and no one came to mark me I thought, 'Hello, it's Christmas.'

I crawled back to bed, knowing I was done for. Hours later, the phone in our room started ringing. It was George. He was not happy. "Room 312. Now!" he shouted. Bouldy got up. I tried to pull myself together, splashing my face with water and hauling on my shorts and flip flops. It was a lovely day outside, the sun was scorching hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but it might as well have been a pissing wet morning in St Albans for all I cared. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach as we made the Walk of Death to Room 312, which I knew was Paul and Gus's room. When we walked in, I thought I'd arrived in downtown Baghdad. Water dripped from the ceiling. The board games were in pieces and all the plastic parts were scattered over the floor. The balcony window was wide open and I could see a bed upended by the pool outside.