Di Canioisms

When I scored against United it was very exciting to look around and see 9,000 people celebrating away from home. Sending Manchester United out was amazing. It was like having sex with Madonna and beating Villa as a manager would be just as good. Better than having sex with Madonna? Let me try it and I will give you an honest answer.

In the past few years I've become closer to that Japanese spiritual mentality. I have read a lot. Mishima, obviously. And the spiritual teachings in the traditions of Hagakure, and Bushido I like the code they lived by. The loyalty. The honour. There's a story about a Samurai who committed hara-kiri because he arrived late for an appointment.

The first thing I had to do was to fight back the tears, even though it seemed that they would never stop. When I arrived at the stadium, I had a lump in my throat which I thought would choke me. I was overwhelmed by the experience. And so I wept. And I trembled. The pounding of my heart tormented me. I felt unable to control my thoughts or my actions. I lost the power of speech. And yet I kept on crying like a baby. I am not a man accustomed to weeping. But here, everything was different.

There are always some silly fans, probably the same fans that didn't want Paolo di Canio, who after three defeats they said 'we told you that he is not a good manager'. Now they have waited for our first defeat. Maybe when we finish at the top they say we should finish with 130 points. I'm not worried about this because I am too strong, too good, too intelligent, but I want to say to the others 'don't follow the stupid'.

I've had bricks thrown at me by opposing fans. I've been tear-gassed and beaten by police.

Ninety-five per cent of fans are amazing because they love this club, but there are a small number of fans who criticise in a silly, pathetic way.

One moment can erase everything else you've accomplished in your career. I didn't kill anybody. I pushed a referee. We all know that's wrong. But it can happen. And if it happens, you take your punishment. I was banned for 11 games. But you remember the press. People said I was a barbarian. And mad, And wretched. And 'a man with a mind like a blast furnace'. And a gypsy. I took 'gypsy' as a compliment. [David] Pleat made me laugh.

I believe in nature. I believe in earth, sun, fire and water. I believe in the circle of life. When a tree loses its leaves, you think it's dead. But the tree is only resting. It's born again, in the spring. I believe in energy. Positive energy.

Some fans say if Wes goes, I want the money of my season ticket back. I tell them, come to the County Ground I will give you the money back. Don`t come to Swindon though go to Oxford, we don`t need fans like this.

I don't speak about him because I don't know him, I've never heard his name. How can I speak about him?

"What the F**k are you doing?" I asked him at half time, when he announced I would be coming off. "F**k off," he replied. Capello wasn't the kind of man who minced words. "You're coming off, because you're holding back, you're not trying." "You're crazy, you're sick in the head," I shouted back. "You go F**k off!" Capello lunged at me, he always had a quick temper. I shoved him, we took a few swings at each other. I was furious. Fabio Capello is a big, strong man, but I was not afraid of him. You can't treat me like this!" I yelled. "You already signed for Madrid, you're a nobody here. I still have my contract, you'd better learn to respect me!" Capello must have had four people holding him back. "Get the F**k out of my sight" he bellowed. "Go back to the hotel!" I looked him straight in the eye and replied: "You're not going to tell me what to do. Whether I go back to the hotel or not, it's up to me, it's my decision. You're going to stop deciding things for me! One thing is sure, I'm not going to hang around here and look at your ugly penis face any longer!"

Flint came in tonight as if he was on holiday and this is not acceptable. He has to take the responsibility. We lost because of him.

He's a big Swindon fan through and through - the Oxford fans know it.

And the man who comes to take care of my piranhas told me that if I left West Ham he would kill all my fish.

My lads deserve something from the club - to do something and put their names in the stadium. Normally you do this when you win something important. But I don't want a big statue - maybe just a small plaque with all their names because they did something special.