I grew up in the North of England at a time when Stirling Moss was a hero. Everyone wanted to be a racing driver.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a footballer and racing driver, like all kids.
I wanted to be a race car driver when I was a kid.
Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player. His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews. Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.
I was a keen sportsman, and became school captain in soccer and cricket.
My father, Tommy, who was a trained draughtsman, played for Preston North End in the Finney era. He liked football but did not love it as I do.
I had a very ordinary background in Sheffield; I went to a secondary modern, but I saw something on TV in 1968 that inspired me to join an athletics club, and 12 years later, with great coaching and the support of people who loved me a lot, I ended up at an Olympic Games.
When I was growing up in Ossining, N.Y., playing pool with the guys, the thought that any one of us might become an actor was as far-fetched as being knighted by the queen of England.
I was captain of Wales; I've been captain of numerous football clubs.
I worked at the golf course, and I always had dreams and aspirations of being a professional golfer.
As early as I can remember, I wanted to be a snowplow driver. When you grow up in the Rocky Mountains, like I did, you see the snow drifts piled up six feet high, and you're two feet, so it's impressive.