Peter Crouch

The death of Cyrille Regis, a giant in so many ways, was such a shock and deeply upsetting.

At first, I was overwhelmed at moving up to international level, but the England lads are top class at making you feel welcome.

A little voice keeps telling me an Aston Martin really isn't me, but a louder voice is telling me that, as an England international playing for Liverpool, the old rules no longer apply.

I once walked out of a nightclub with my team-mates to see our star midfielder reclining across the bonnet of a Ferrari, arms folded, waiting for girls to come out so he could wink at them and then progress it from there. I have no idea how long he'd been waiting. I do know it wasn't even his Ferrari.

As for my personal ambitions, I always loved playing for England and always felt I did well.

I can understand why people laugh and make jokes, but I'm comfortable with being this tall. It's not as if I've had a sudden growth spurt. I've always been like this, so I get used to the constant height references.