“The goal was scored a little bit by the hand of God, another bit by the head of Maradona.”

I’ve seen the player who will inherit my place in Argentinian football and his name is Messi. He’s a leader and is offering classes in beautiful football.

God makes me play well. That is why I always make the sign of the cross when I walk out onto the field. I feel I would be betraying Him if I didn’t.

I was waiting for my teammates to embrace me and no one came, I told them, ‘Come hug me or the referee isn’t going to allow it.’

Even if there was a hand, it was the hand of God.

You were only a goalkeeper.

People who say that only young people voted on the Internet, those who didn’t see Pele play, forget that children are not orphans. There’s always a father who buys the computer and perhaps influences their vote. I won the people’s vote.

I’ll be too old to face a difficult championship as the one in America will surely be.

To see the ball, to run after it, makes me the happiest man in the world.

There would be no debate about who was the best footballer the world had ever seen – me or Pele. Everyone would say me.

It was as if we had beaten a country, more than just a football team.

While the coach is entitled to celebrate the team’s victories, there is a manner and a way of doing so without aggravating the opponent.

When you win, you don’t get carried away. But if you go step by step, with confidence, you can go far.

I gave all I had. Now I want to enjoy my family.

When people succeed, it is because of hard work. Luck has nothing to do with success.

I am black or white, I’ll never be grey in my life.

My legitimate kids are Dalma and Giannina. The rest are a product of my money and mistakes.