I don't want to return to France; France doesn't tempt me at all. I like England.

It drove me crazy, Scotland. It was cold. It was abuse. It was snowing and everything. I was so cold that one day I faked an injury to go to the locker room.

The picture of me as a child is that I was always with a ball - that's why I was so skinny: I would miss dinner. Mum would have to leave me some food in the microwave.

My early memories of my dad were taking me to play football when I was six - they are happy ones. They are my favourites.

I have to accept constructive criticism.