Two people. firstly my dad Bill- who has always believed in me. Even more than I have sometimes -I haven't made one wrong decision taking his advice. He's also my agent and sorts all financial doings out for me, which leaves me to concentrate soley on footy. Also a man called John Beck, ex-Cambridge, Preston, Lincoln and now back at Cambridge for his second spell. He taught me a never say die attitude, which I use every day- but most of all on the pitch, so you will never see me give up. Sometimes it works against me, eg. Stockport- if I had given up chasing that ball I would never have broke my wrist, the best I could have done was just keep the ball in, but it'll always be in me. I absolutely hate losing.

Again John Beck, years ahead of his time psychologically, he knew how powerful the mind is and used to test people in different ways. For eg. cold showers, massive confrontation, running the nuts off the players. He used to believe in team spirit so much he would fine players if after a win they didn't go out with the rest of the team and get pissed. He has the upmost respect from me and always will. He was doing things in the early 90's that managers are just finding out about now. One of a kind. One story about him that springs to mind- the first home game of the 1996/97 season at Lincoln we were getting ready to play Leyton Orient the time was about 2.50pm and we were getting ready for the team talk before the game. There is a bang on the dressing room door and John Beck gets arrested by two coppers. We don't know why or what is going on until after the game when the chairman comes in. We drew 1-1, and Monday morning the gaffer tells us all what went on, big misunderstanding over something, he was released without charge, but still very entertaining for the lads.