"When Evans lost it, and he had Ronnie Moran behind him, he was fierce. He’s like Harry Redknapp. Harry comes across as a very nice man on the TV, but in the dressing room you don’t cross Harry."
Neil Ruddock on Evans
"I think I got a bad reputation at Southampton. I got sent off a couple of times for stupid things, a rush of blood and you get a bad name and for the rest of your career you are trying to get rid of it. I want to win. I can be over-enthusiastic sometimes."
Neil Ruddock on his hard man image
"I carried on like a teenager. I was a bloody fool. Put any red-blooded, heterosexual male in a room filled with scantily dressed women, fill the bloke with booze, tell the women you're a footballer earning £10,000 a week - it's a recipe for disaster. The problem was the other Spice Boys were all single and I was married with a family. So I had more to lose. I was a horny footballer - like a kid in a sweet factory when I was out clubbing with the lads.
At 18, I was driven. But by my late 20s, I was overweight, drank and partied too much. I betrayed my wife and let my family down. I should have had the discipline to resist temptations."
Neil Razor Ruddock in the Mirror 2004
"Stan only seemed to turn it on when he felt like it, and he didn't exactly endear himself to his team-mates when he was quoted in a magazine article as saying that he was disappointed with the service he was getting, and that, when he joined Liverpool, he expected to be surrounded by better players. He turned on the other players in the team when he should have been looking at himself. When the lads read what he'd said the attitude of virtually everyone in the squad was 'fuck you Stan'.
Stan didn't make any attempt to get on with the lads and, although I used to sit next to him on the coach and try and make conversation with him, I could never claim to know him. Nobody did. He'd turn up for training, do his work, get changed and go home. Not exactly conducive to good team spirit, so I think most of the lads were relieved when he was finally flogged off to Aston Villa."
If you'd been at school, he would have been the boy who ate worms.
Neil Ruddock on Collymore
People in the south don’t understand how big the Liverpool-Manchester rivalry is. Eric used to wear his collar up; it was a friend of mine, a Scouse, who said ‘Why don’t you go and turn his collar down, see how he reacts?’ I thought it was a good idea, so when we played I turned it down once and he grinned at me. Then I turned it down a second time and he smiled, I turned it down a third and he lashed out and just missed me, turned it down a fourth time and he chased me and kicked me right up the backside. He couldn’t see the funny side of it, but after the game he came into the bar, tapped me on the shoulder, gave me a pint of lager and gave me a wink. That’s the side of Eric people really didn’t see.
Neil Ruddock tried to strike up a friendship with Eric Cantona in the clash vs United on 1st of October 1995
When we trained on Friday afternoon, on my birthday, I was running past Roy at one point and he said to me: ‘I don’t know how to tell you this, but..’ and that was it, I was out of the final. What a birthday present that was. I was so upset I told him to fuck off and stormed off. I was in tears and I just couldn’t believe I was being denied the chance to fulfil another childhood dream. I had never felt so gutted or let down. I might be a big bloke and have the reputation of being a hard man, but I cried like a baby when he dropped that bombshell. From that day on I lost a little respect for him and I’m sure the way I reacted caused him to lose a little respect for me too. But that’s the way I am. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I tell people exactly the way it is. From then on my Liverpool career went even further downhill because the following season, I had problems to contend with off the field as well as on. I almost wrecked everything I’d worked for in crazy six month spell during which I made Gazza look like a saint.
Ruddock on his FA cup final heartache delivered by Roy Evans
We were in high spirits after victory and enjoying a celebration drink on the plane home when Steve Harkness thought it would be a good idea to relieve himself in Robbie’s shoes as our young striker slept amidst the mayhem. When Robbie woke up, by which time I was fast asleep, he put his feet back in his shoes and quickly realised what had happened. Understandably, he wasn’t too pleased and when he demanded to know who’d done it, the lads pointed to me. As a result, he went into my bag and pulled out my new pair of £300 Gucci boots and proceeded to cut them up, thinking he’d got his revenge on the dirty culprit who’d pissed in his shoes. Bad move. When I woke up as we came in to the land, the lads were still in hysterics and it didn’t take a genius to work out why. It wasn’t until we were going through the airport I confronted Robbie, told him that I’d had nothing to do with the original stunt and demanded that he bought me new pair of boots to replace the ones he’d ruined. There was a big argument, a bit of pushing and shoving and having had enough of his bravado; I decided to teach him a lesson by punching him on the nose. Some of the other lads stepped in and although it was all over in a flash, the reporters who’d travelled with us were on the case and the story made the papers the next day. We’ve been the best of mates ever since.
Razor on when he and Fowler battled it out at the airport
I was meant to be working my way back to fitness on a running machine in the gym, but when the physio disappeared I went off for a cuppa and a bacon butty. Five minutes before he returned I went back, started jogging again and threw water over myself to look like I was sweating. The physio came back, pointed to me and said to the young guys in the room: ‘That’s a proper professional’.
Ruddock ever the professional at Liverpool!