I’m not somebody who shares my emotions a lot.
That’s even more the case when it comes to my final season at Leicester City.
Because of the way it finished, it was a difficult time for us as a family. It’s not the way you’d choose for your time at a club to end, but it’s one of those things you can’t change.
A lot of it, I’ve just tried to move on from. It’s a part of my life that’s happened now. I know my part in Leicester’s history, but that’s all it is now. It’s history.
You move on because you have to. It was the same when I retired from playing. I knew I needed to stop – the last few years I’d played an awful lot of games with injuries. But was I psychologically ready to walk away? I don’t think I was, to be honest.
Because of the type of player I’d been – or, at least, the type other people perceived me to be – there was an expectation that I would go into management. I wasn’t sure. Didn’t know whether I would do it, whether I could do it, or whether I’d have the opportunity.
I found the expectation a bit of a burden. There was a part of me that didn’t want to do it because of that.