“In England, you have stadiums in the middle of the city.”

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.

When you create circumstances together, when you try everything, then you can lose. But you need to show the importance.

You’d be waiting 30 or 40 years for me to build a table. I have more than two left hands.

My biggest skill is common sense. I understand life.

We all started playing football against our best friends, and I can’t remember a moment where, because it was my best friend, I did not want to win against him.

Only one can win, and all the others are disappointed and live in the middle of disaster.

Often, you are forced to keep things simpl

Otherwise, I think the building can be bigger, larger, and the city can be much more crazy. The problem is the government structure is so deadly stupid, not really solving problems but creating a lot of problems itself every day.

I don’t care if this is a great cultural event or a national symbol. It has nothing to do with me. It deals with the city.

In my case, I was stuck there for quite a while. New York is large enough to be a very abstract city, so nobody cares.

You can put city polish on a man, but by golly, it seems you can’t ever rub it off him.

A country-bred man can always learn to get on with city people, but a town-bred fellah never gets the real hang of the country.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

Not houses finely roofed or the stones of walls well builded, nay nor canals and dockyards make the city, but men able to use their opportunity.

Not well-built walls, but brave citizens are the bulwark of the city.