The French Have Only Negative Things To

I Don't Think We Can Be Entirely Happy Seeing Such Misery Around Us.

An Artist In My Eyes, Is Someone Who Can Lighten Up A Dark Room. I Have Never And Will Never Find Difference Between The Pass From Pele To Carlos Alberto In The Final Of The World Cup In 1970 And The Poetry Of The Young Rimbaud, Who Stretches Cords From Steeple To Steeple And Garlands From Window To Window. There Is In Each Of These Human Manifestations An Expression Of Beauty Which Touches Us And Gives Us A Feeling Of Eternity.

Football Lost Its Excitement For Me.

You Can Feel Very Quickly As A Prisoner Of Your Past, Of The Memories.

Often There Are Players Who Have Only Football As A Way Of Expressing Themselves And Never Develop Other Interests. And When They No Longer Play Football, They No Longer Do Anything; They No Longer Exist, Or Rather They Have The Sensation Of No Longer Existing.