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

When we played, we were all the same. We were all one.

I was the barefoot schoolgirl in my barrio apartment; he was a star flashing past us all, and the glow would disappear with him when he left again.

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

Keep your goal in sight. Keep your priorities straight, and it will all be worth it.

Lies have long legs.

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

I had forgotten how beautiful fútbol was. Without referees, lines on the ground, trophies, tournaments, or life-changing contracts, the ball was a portal to happiness.

I wanted what he Diego had. I needed to play on a team like that, to feel the love of the fans. I needed the chance to do something impossible and amazing. To be great.