My brother Phil can’t do anything in the kitchen. I don’t even think he’s been near a kitchen. He takes after our dad. My wife Emma grew up with her dad, who spoiled her and cooked everything. And when I go away he comes round and cooks for her, I think. She does a good spaghetti bolognese. But neither of us are slow-cooking casseroles, or marinading fish for 24 hours like [goalkeeper] Ben Foster, or hanging meat in the garage. When you’re from Lancashire you just stick it in and when it comes out dry you eat it. You don’t bloody marinade. It’s as simple as that.