We want different things. Men want to have sex with a woman. Then they want to have sex with another woman. And then another. Then they want to eat cornflakes and sleep for a while, and then they want to have sex with another woman, and another, until they die. Women,' and I thought I'd better pick my words carefully when describing a gender I didn't belong to, —want a relationship. They may not get it, or they may sleep with a lot of men before they do get it, but ultimately that's what they want. That's the goal. Men do not have goals. Natural ones. So they invent them, and put them at either end of a football pitch. And then they invent football. Or they pick fights, or try and get rich, or start wars, or come up with any number of daft bloody things to make up for the fact that they have no real goals.'"Bollocks,' said Ronnie."That, of course, is the other main difference.

I crawled back to bed, knowing I was done for. Hours later, the phone in our room started ringing. It was George. He was not happy.Room 312. Now! he shouted.Bouldy got up. I tried to pull myself together, splashing my face with water and hauling on my shorts and flip flops. It was a lovely day outside, the sun was scorching hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but it might as well have been a pissing wet morning in St Albans for all I cared. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach as we made the Walk of Death to Room 312, which I knew was Paul and Gus's room.When we walked in, I thought I'd arrived in downtown Baghdad. Water dripped from the ceiling. The board games were in pieces and all the plastic parts were scattered over the floor. The balcony window was wide open and I could see a bed upended by the pool outside.

Your talent determines what you can do. Your motivation determines how much you are willing to do. Your attitude determines how well you do it.

Once you learn to quit it becomes a habit.

Pressure is something you feel when you don't know what the hell you're doing.

You got one guy going boom, one guy going whack, and one guy not getting in the endzone.

The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.

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.

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

The problem with winter sports is that -- follow me closely here -- they generally take place in winter.

Some people think football [soccer] is a matter of life and death. I don't like that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that.

When truth becomes like a football that is kicked and tossed around by passers-by. That grieves God's heart

When everything else breaks down, I don't hesitate to roam out of the pocket and do the boogaloo.

It's a lonesome walk to the sidelines, especially when thousands of people are cheering your replacement.

Momma always told me never to wear a hat indoors. When it can't rain on you, you're indoors.

Sport is a product of human culture. America seems to need football at this state of our social development. When you get ninety million people watching a single game on television, it ... shows you that people need something to identify with.

The offense sells tickets and the defense wins the games.

The way to succeed at quarterback is to call the unexpected consistently.

Coach, some day when the going gets rough, tell the boys to win one for the Gipper.

Probably the Beatles' white album.