Fail to prepare, prepare to fail.
I think there are a lot of things that soccer does in the communities that transcend the soccer field.
My daughter loves horses. My other daughter loves soccer.
Wembley way is beginning to blacked with people in terms of red and blue
All that remains is for a few dots and commas to be crossed.
Remember I've seen a video tape of a Scotland-England match and I've seen him miss a chance from five yards. It was against England and he couldn't score. So what does that say?
It is a game before a product, a sport before a market, a show before a business.
I remember the day when they sold Brian Deane and Jan Aage Fjortoft. It was like when President Kennedy got shot.
We've got nothing to lose, and there's no point losing this game
Mind you, I've been here during the bad times too - one year we came second.
I was a part of Backyard Soccer, and I hear that I score a lot of goals in it.
The boys feet have been up in the clouds since the win
As I've said before and I've said it in the past.
Sometimes something's got to happen before something is going to happen.
I don't think about one trick or the other, they just happen.
If you had to name one particular person to blame it would have to be one of the players
By the time the children go to bed, I am as drained as any mother who has spent her day working, car pooling, building Lego castles and shopping for the precisely correct soccer cleat.
You don't look for jobs. You don't phone up 10 clubs and say, Here I am. You are offered the job. I was in Benfica many years ago. I was leaving the training ground and I had a car after me. It went on for 10 minutes. Anyhow, he stopped and I stopped and he said, I'm from the Italian embassy. Ah yes, and what do you want? I want your phone number because Roma wants you as a manager next season. Three months later I was sitting on the bench in Roma. I don't think the rest of working society works like football.
Kaka beat Fletcher to the ball, and headed it past Heinze as the Argentine sought to close him down. Heinze could still have dealt with the problem, but, inexplicably, Patrice Evra came flying in like a runaway TGV. Heinze was flattened, Fletcher was so shocked that he stopped to rubber-neck, and Kaka strolled on and rolled the ball past Van der Sar. Evra's nightmare of a half continued when he crazily got himself cautioned for dissent, so removing Ferguson's one remaining first-choice defender from the away leg. Madness.
Me having no education. I had to use my brains.