that was one big difference to italy, and the other was the style of football. It was too honest in england. I laugh when i think about it now because, yes, there were a lot of big tackles, which is what i'd been warned about, but it wasn't a problem because you could see them coming from a mile off.
For me, with the experience i had from serie a, it was easy to deal with because i was expecting it. In italy they would kick you hard too, but they were a lot cleverer about it. It's worse that way, believe me, when you don't expect it.
Of course when i came to england i was a name, and at first some players thought they could target me. A kind of 'welcome to the premier league', i guess. The funniest thing ever is when vinnie jones tried to do that, when we played wimbledon.
I knew even before the game that vinnie wanted to make a name just by killing me. So i was ready for him, i knew it would happen at some point, and it did. At the start of the second half, i received the ball at an angle and i had my back to him, but i could almost hear him coming for me. I just knew.
So, the moment he was slide tackling me, i just lifted myself a little bit off the ground. Yes, i knew he would catch me but, no, it would not be how he wanted to catch me.
So then i rolled over and he got the red card - he had already been booked - and when i got up, i said to him: "now vinnie, now we can play football." he was swearing non-stop at me and then in the newspapers the next day, he said how i had been squealing like a little piggy and things like that. I just thought 'well, i got you there, i got you there'.