“I grew up in a flat with my brothers and my cousins. My brothers were in the same bed.”

I just want to play, whether it’s on the right or the left. I give 100 per cent all the time.

There are so many things in life that make you sad, you have to be happy.

I’ve made a lot of sacrifices. When I was younger, I didn’t see my family. I’d go and train all the time, not seeing friends, leaving the country, and stuff like that.

If I play a bad game, I know I played a bad game. If I play a good game, I know I played a good game. So I don’t need anyone to tell me if I did good or bad – because I know it.

Give up? I don’t know what that means.

I play football; I do what I like.

Sometimes football can be cruel; cruel and also beautiful.

When I say I want to become a legend, some people say it’s pretentious. For me, it’s a challenge. My desire, a dream. I’m not saying I’ll get there, but it’s what I want.

Discrimination is the biggest problem in football today. We need to stop it.

Don’t look down to the world, look up to the creator.

When I was smaller, I always looked up to Zidane, Messi, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo.

Greatness, it’s all in the details.

I do not live for people, for what they think, for them to say that I’m nice, good, the best, perfect. Everyone has their opinion. And I respect that.

Playing against an Italian team is harder than all the other leagues. The Italians won’t score lots of goals, but they won’t concede many, either.

I try to not take myself too seriously and just have fun when I’m not playing.

My deepest respect to the clubs who considered having me.

Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.

I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.

I spend a lot of time in bed when I’m off. But if I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll go to a gallery.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

I remember really vividly kneeling by my bed as a nine-year-old, saying my prayers and asking God to give me boobs that were so big that if I laid on my back I wouldn’t be able to see my feet.

Don’t go to bed with any woman crazier than you are.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I have to convince half the world’s population that my body is not their bed.