Ange Postecoglou

I was captain.

And he just locked into me.

He goes, oh, you're going to help me with my team talks.

So I had the worst car in the world, and I used to pick up one of the greatest players.

It's like picking up Becks, you know, I don't know, whatever kind of car, because I drive a Bentley now.

You forgot your roots.

At least you're honest.

And he was one of the greatest teachers in my life.

Because I used to ask him endless questions about football.

What was it like playing against Ingler at Wembley?

What was it like scoring hat-tricks in European Cup finals for Real Madrid?

Hungary getting to a World Cup final.

I used to pester him.

He was the most humble bloke, mate.

No tickets on himself.

He'd just tell me the greatest stories and the most humble.

And you go...

That's a lesson in life, you know, because he rubbed off on me not because he was a legend but because just the man he was more than the player he was, you know, just the way.

And he coached us for three years and he hated, Kerry, you would have loved him because he hated defending, mate.

You would have torn him apart.