My early memories of my dad were taking me to play football when I was six - they are happy ones. They are my favourites.
For every footballer, to finish in the top ten of the Ballon d'Or is a dream.
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.
I have to accept constructive criticism.