I never look at the goalkeeper's eyes.

I always, always decide where I'm going with the ball before I take a penalty shot, stare at the ball, follow through, and never look at the place that I'm going to shoot.

I'm never just on the couch. Being busy is part of who I am. But it's hard juggling my family, my husband, balancing that time.

A round ball of a man with protruding lower lip and seal-colored eyes, [he] spun like a top from continent to continent, jabbing a pudgy forefinger at everything that stood in his way.

That was an accident. I didn't know where to go so I closed my eyes and made a move.

I never like to think about going back; I only look forward.