The bacillus of efficiency has also attacked football, and some dare to ask what's the point in playing well. I feel tempted to tell about the time they dared to ask Borges what is poetry for, to which he answered: 'What is a sunrise for? What are caresses for? What is the smell of coffee for?'

I believe that we have the first genius of the 21st century, Leo Messi.

You cannot play with Riquelme without playing for Riquelme.

Poverty is good for nothing, except perhaps for football.

I want to carry Manuel Neuer to my home.

Every time I set foot on the Bernabeu turf I got the jitters, a kind of anxiety that takes hold of you the moment you step out into the glare of the floodlights.

Playing against a defensive opponent is just as bad as making love to a tree.