As I've said before and I've said it in the past.
Notting Forest are having a bad run, they've lost six matches in a row now without winning
God gives gifts to everyone, some can write, some can dance. He gave me the skill to play football and I am making the most of it.
When they used to come to Tottenham we'd play Who's Gonna Drive You Home? Just to wind them up.
The beauty of Cup football is that Jack always has a chance of beating Goliath.
After I suffered a labral tear in my hip while playing soccer, I realized that many sports-related injuries can be prevented and I dedicated myself to helping young athletes learn more about injury prevention.
Football is something like war. Whoever behaves too properly, is lost.
In soccer, the blindest player is the one who sees nothing but the ball.
As much as I am a huge soccer fan, music just kills it when it comes to importance. I could go to a desert island without a football and survive happily, but if I had to go without music, I think I'd end up killing myself. It fuels my soul. It always has.
I feel very privileged to be asked to be featured in another FIFA Soccer release,. . . The game gives me the opportunity to play the matches I want to play every day of the week -- even while away from the field.
What a debut for the young goalkeeper, as a striker.
For me, acting in scenes with other people is like playing soccer with a bunch of legless five year olds. It's not really fair to them, but what else can I do, you know?
They have more ability in the middle of the field in terms of ability
When Peter Beardsley appears on television, daleks hide behind the sofa.
Soccer is a man's game, not an outing for mamby-pambies.
When I take my kids to the zoo in Los Angeles, they always look the longest at the creature that moves the least - especially those in the reptile house. I asked myself: 'Who are the people that are pretty cool but also very still and monotone in their expression?' and I thought of Jose Mourinho.
I don't really believe in targets, because my next target is to beat Stoke City
In Latin America the border between soccer and politics is vague. There is a long list of governments that have fallen or been overthrown after the defeat of the national team.
Imagine a pantomime directed by Quentin Tarantino, where villains are booed, heroes are blood-stained, the body-count is high, the entertainment pulsating, the language filthy and the audience screamed behind you'' as tackles hurtled in like boulders crashing down a mountain-side. Such was the epic drama that gripped the Emirates yesterday. A derby crammed with sound, fury and significance ended with everyone grasping for breath, with Arsenal regaining the high ground of the Premier League. . . This was the Premier League at its raw, mistake-filled, mesmerising best. Utterly compelling.
And one fine day the goddess of the wind kisses the foot of man, that mistreated, scorned foot, and from that kiss the soccer idol is born. He is born in a straw crib in a tin-roofed shack and he enters the world clinging to a ball.