I'm still a mummy's boy!
Kirkland and Khan are chinny fighters. I am not like that.
Give me the respect I deserve.
Thompson is a typical American: wide feet, good jab; he'll try to have a fight.
The ones doing that, counting me out, are going to look silly.
I've been in the States and fought before. When I'm in that changing room, I'll feel as if I've been in that situation before. Obviously I'm going to have to deal on the biggest stage, and it's the Dallas Cowboys Stadium, but it doesn't faze me.
If Canelo comes too hard at me early, he's going to be in for a long night.
Before British title fights, I've played football on a Saturday before; it's silly as it is.
I'm world champion, so if I'm not ready for another fighter at 154, I don't deserve to be world champion. That's the way I look at it and what I firmly believe.
Canelo's going to have his moments. I'm not saying he's not. But I'm going to have my moments. It will come down to who can finish off their moments and finish the fight the best.
I don't care who's in front of me; nobody is going to stop me from winning the world title.
Now Mayweather has retired, Alavrez is the biggest name in boxing, and I'm looking forward to pitting my wits against him.
I'm so proud, and it feels brilliant to be a world champion.
I've been laughing with my brothers about it. Paul and Stephen both won the British title before me, but I'm going to be the first world champion in the family.
I won't watch that Amir fight from now until I fight Alvarez. I'm not a blown up 147 or a Miguel Cotto. I'm a big 154 lb., and I'm coming of age and coming to win.
Growing up with my brothers all boxing has stood me in good stead for nights like these. You should have seen some the fights we used to have in our front room.
If you ask anyone who my mum's blue-eyed boy is, they will say it is me.
I'll go for the knockout, and if we have to go 12 rounds, then I'll trust the judges to do their best work, and I will get the victory if I deserve it.
We used tea towels for gloves until we got proper ones and were always breaking our mum's ornaments. She'd come home and find us all sat in our boxer shorts, out of breath and our skin red raw. She hated it.
As soon as I get in a rhythm, I'm very hard to stop.
