Scoring a goal is almost like kissing. The more you do it, the more you want. I wanted to keep scoring until it hurt.

The sense of wonder and possibility – that I owed to the Argentine women who had fought for freedom before the universe conspired and the stars aligned to make me.

If family folklore was to be trusted, I had never learned to shut up or do as I was told.

I’d leave this house the first chance I got, but not by chasing after a boy, including my brother. I’d do it on my own terms, following my dreams, not someone else’s.

The rest of my life is a mess, but at least on the pitch I get to do what I love.

Lies have long legs.

I’ll rescue myself. No one will ever lock me up in a tower.

I was just a girl with strong legs and a stubborn streak.