“Yes, it is one of my ultimate aims – it is the ultimate sense of football: to make the people happy, to let them live some emotions that you usually can’t get.”

My father gave me some advice when I was very young – whatever someone tells you in the future, don’t forget Pele is the best.

You can speak about spirit, or you can live it.

When you play sports like tennis, you’re alone, and that’s a good school for life, but it’s also a good school for life to bring your best and make those around you better, too – helping others in difficult moments.

I’m looking forward to the intensity of football and how the people live football in Liverpool. It’s a special club.

I didn’t take many penalties, but I never missed one.

If you want special results, you have to feel special things and do special things together.

If two smart, intelligent, clever guys sit together on a table, and you both want the same, where can be the problem? We all want to be successful.

I get a little bit emotional during a game!

It is my job to help the players react better.

I understand aggressiveness in only one way: being prepared to hurt yourself, not someone else.

I love pets, especially dogs.

I’ve thought sometimes about what I like about football, and it’s playing together.

My heart breaks. Really, I have tears in my eyes. Central midfield is Shinji’s best role.

The emotion to handle the pressure is one of the biggest challenges in football – it’s the top challenge.

I have only one understanding of development and of making success, and that’s by going step by step.

The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

I’ve always found it pretty difficult to write a happy song.

I just believe in whatever you’re going to do, even if it’s work, have a little bit of fun attitude about it. You can be happy.

I’m definitely not a follower. This is our job. This is what we do. If you’re not having fun here, you shouldn’t be here.

The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.

Let not things, because they are common, enjoy for that the less share of our consideration.

To laugh, if but for an instant only, has never been granted to man before the fortieth day from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a miracle of precocity.