On The Score Sheet

This week was boss for me. Not only did I appear on Youtube plasma telly, but I also managed to get on the end of a cross and knock a goal in the back of the net and score a goal in the Carling Cup. We didn't play a boss Premier League team, but it was still good to score one any way. For a striker it's all about confidence and I haven't been feeling dead, dead confident lately. It isn't my fault, it's just that gaffer needs to keep sticking me in the team to build my confidence. My agent, Greg, said that if I was offered more money in a new contract, then this would also make me play better.

I just like to concentrate on my football and let Greg sort that sort of thing out. I don't care if I earn £20,000 a week or £120,000 a week, it's all the same to me. Roxy likes to think that I'm earning good money to look after her and the girls. I'm not that good at money counting and that, so I let her look after that side of things. It's amazing how much stuff costs these days. Haircuts and nails have gone up loads since last year. Whenever Roxy goes to get her hair and nails done every day, she always comes back looking classy, so I don't mind paying that bit extra for her.

It's bad news that Becks is out of the England qualifiers for Euro96 2008, but it's the business news for me. It means that there's a spare spot in the squad for someone. Hopefully, Greg can get me the spot so that I can prove to everyone that I can cut it at international level and maybe shoot us to qualify for Australia and Swaziland next year. I'll try and show them even further by knocking one in at the far post tomorrow, or the near post. I don't mind really, just as long as I knock one in.