Racism springs from ignorance.

When people talk about my business, my life, I'm really private. Maybe someone thinks I'm arrogant or something, but it's just me.

Many stories are invented about me - too many stories; almost everyone uses me, and I'd say about 0.01 percent of the gossip is true.

Even if I don't always behave as I should, this still doesn't explain why so many people have something against me. But you know how it is. A lot of people vent themselves by coming to the stadium to yell at me. I hope it's not racism. I tell myself that it's not racism; it's because I'm tough, and I repeat this to myself.

People who know me, love me. People who don't know me love me too... or they hate me.

My public image is absolutely not a fair reflection of who I am.

I have my life, my world. I do what I want, without annoying anyone.