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

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?'

Iker Casillas is a legend, a myth, and myths do not give up just like that.

Poverty is good for nothing, except perhaps for football.

Before he came to Spain, photographers lined up in the discotheques, but they are still there waiting for him. Ronaldo is an obsessive of training, of the gym, of self-improvement. I’ve never seen a player in such good physical condition. He’s a gladiator.

I want to carry Manuel Neuer to my home.

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