Football is about winning; it's that simple. You have to love what you do. If you're here for the money, than you don't belong here.
I don't want to be throwing the football on the front yard when I'm 75. I mean, I'm not opposed to men doing that. But I don't think it's gonna work for me.
For years in football I was angry with the game, angry with pundits and, a lot of the time, angry with the journalists writing about me. All that changed when I got my break in movies.
Well, football is a hard game; there's no denying it. It's a game that can bring out the worst in you, at times.
I don't miss playing football, but I do miss going into the dressing room every day and having a laugh.
I have had interviews and got close to taking a managerial job. I would consider going back into football.
I try not to tune in to politics until it's two or three months before the election. Till then, it's like watching preseason football.
It makes me very happy when I create goals or score goals myself, but the most important thing is that the team reaches its goal and plays positive football.
There are times where I am trying to make the big play before I even catch the football.
Some people try to find things in this game that don't exist but football is only two things - blocking and tackling.
Pop knew absolutely nothing about pro football.
In football, the result is an impostor. You can do things really, really well but not win. There's something greater than the result, more lasting - a legacy.
There are so many things about playing football that seem to me uniquely American. Anybody can succeed, anybody can play, but you've got to work hard to do it.
Most Sundays, with the exception of football Sundays, I work, because I don't take days off as long as I'm working on something that's supposed to be all in the same mood.
I wasn't the brightest kid, not by a long shot. I was interested in football, in girls, in getting my work done with the least amount of effort.
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