He does not rule out the idea of releasing an album but thinks that it may not happen. The pragmatic veteran said matter-of-factly: "If a label wants to sign me, it will be great.
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However, these days, no one buys albums anymore, everyone just downloads songs. Chen, who welcomed his son Genghis with his China-born wife Bao Xiao Hui, 30, in June, said that Genghis might appear in Mr Unbelievable as the infant version of his character - together with a special appearance by the famous vegetable referenced in the song. The first-time dad added: "The scene will be of an abandoned baby in a basket by the road, with a piece of broccoli next to him. You will get to see my son in that scene as my mini-me.
The affable year-old local actress above plays the ex-girlfriend of Eric Kwek Chen Tianwen and the daughter of Kwek's master Marcus Chin. I'm learning how to sing from watching videos on YouTube. Teo, winner of Miss Singapore Universe and owner of local cake chain Twelve Cupcakes, has not acted in six years.
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She said: "He follows me on Instagram and saw that I can sing, which I think is why he cast me. I am comfortable with him and he is nice to work with, so I took on the role. Teo, who has a five-year-old daughter Renee with ex-radio DJ Daniel Ong, 40, said her husband is supportive of her returning to acting.
She added: "Daniel said in jest, 'Got hold hands or not? Why your skirt so short? On whether she plans to have a second child, she said: "Raising a kid is very tough. It requires a lot of energy, especially in the first few years. I finally had some time to myself in the last two years, so there are no plans yet.
Skip to main content. Though Eric was hardly filling the boots of Cristiano Ronaldo, it has to be said. Unbelievability n. Unbelievably adv. Unbeliever n a person who does not believe, esp. Out of this world! Unbeliever n a person who does not believe in the goal, tackle, fluffed pen or refereeing decision that has taken place in front of his very eyes; a habitually incredulous person; Kammy.
To the untrained eye of your girlfriend or granny, Soccer Saturday looks like a nuthouse in action. Over the course of 90 minutes, their job is to explain the action as it happens, usually through a series of shouts, groans and girly squeals. Even to the well-trained eye, Soccer Saturday looks like a loony bin.
My role in all of this is to act as a roving reporter. I bloody love it. There are a lot of perks to being an intrepid touchline reporter with Soccer Saturday.
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For starters, I stay in some of the best hotels around the country and can eat as many motorway service station sarnies as I want. I also get a complimentary Sky Sports coat, which makes me look far more important than I am. When it comes to a Saturday afternoon, I watch some of the best footballers in the world strut their stuff, for free.
Generally, I get a greater access to the inner workings of a football club than most other football reporters would because people know me from the telly. Well, not all of the time. Harry Redknapp at Spurs is as good as gold. Most of the gaffers will invite me in for a drink with them after the game. Sam Allardyce is good for a beer in his office.
Alex McLeish at Birmingham, Steve Bruce at Sunderland and another old-school manager, Roy Hodgson, will always tell me to come into their offices for a bevy. I used to have a small shot of brandy with my old mate Gary Megson when he was in charge at Bolton. Once or twice it was before the match. Who can blame him? The abuse some of the fans were chucking his way at that time was unreal. And I just needed it hic! Losing is bad enough for a player, but I know from experience that losing as a gaffer is much, much worse.
I always used to love seeing Bobby Robson whenever I travelled around the North-east, because he was such a great man. He was always hospitable at Newcastle and he would talk your ears off about this player or that player.
Sometimes he wanted to chat about a game he had watched on the telly, and it was always a joy because he was so knowledgeable. It was hard to see him as he fought cancer at the end of his life and he was being pushed around in a wheelchair. He was great with me when he was in charge at Chelsea. Well, he was for a while.
We first met before a Carling Cup tie at Fulham and seemed to hit it off. You educate the public on the game. It was really uplifting hearing it from a football man like him. I could hardly get the headphones on my swelling bonce afterwards. We struck up a great friendship immediately and he always made me feel at home whenever I visited Stamford Bridge.
It happened during a Champions League game with Barcelona in — The punishment also prevented him from having any contact with his players once they had arrived at the ground, which meant he effectively had to stay away from the game completely.
On the bench, his coaching staff were wearing woolly hats; it was cold, but not that cold. He denied the rumours when they were floated in the press the next day, but it looked so obvious. Nothing was actually proven and the club have never admitted it. I went into the home dugout to film a report, and the hat was pulled over my head but a mobile phone was stuck to the fabric with Sellotape, mimicking the antics from the week before.
It was an ugly tackle and it was shown over and over again on Sky Sports News. He cooled noticeably whenever our cameras were on him and his attitude towards me changed. He was entitled to do whatever he wanted, of course, but the truth is, I was disappointed. The Michael Essien incident put a big, grey cloud in the way, which was a real shame. A less imposing character was the former referee Paul Alcock. It was a fiery situation. Paolo had been sent off during a game between Wednesday and Arsenal and he reacted to the red card by pushing the ref over.
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