“And one fine day the goddess of the wind kisses the foot of man, that mistreated, scorned foot, and from that kiss the soccer idol is born. He is born in a straw crib in a tin-roofed shack and he enters the world clinging to a ball.”

“Poor George [Bush], he can't help it. He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.”

“I don't believe there is such a thing as a 'born' soccer player. Perhaps you are born with certain skills and talents, but quite frankly it seems impossible to me that one is actually born to be an ace soccer player”

“Tell me, if I caught you one dayAnd kissed the sole of your foot,Wouldn't you limp a little then,Affraid to crush my kiss?...”

“I never read the paper myself. Why bother? It's the same old shit day in and day out, dictators beating the ching-chong out of people weaker than they are, men in uniforms beating the ching-chong out of soccer balls or footballs, politicians kissing babies and kissing ass.”

“I was born when he kissed me, I died when he left me, I lived a few weeks while he loved me”