He's showed him the left leg, then the right. Where's the ball, the defender asks? It's up his sleeve.

Samuel Eto'o is reputedly the highest-paid player in the world at £350,000 per week - that's £5,000 a day

Many of the Iranian players show their Christian names on their shirts.

That's often the best place to beat a goalkeeper, isn't it, between the legs?

Young Michael Brown is still somewhat of a wild-child, with the ill behaviour, with the ill behaviour!!

He went through a non-existant gap.

Some of Paul Scholes' tackles come in so late they arrive yesterday.

If you cut Jamie Carragher open, he'll bleed red.

He is the man who has been brought on to replace Pavel Nedved. The irreplaceable Pavel Nedved.

England are learning to walk before they can run with their feet nailed firmly to the ground.

One or two of their players aren't getting any younger

Small kindnesses, small courtesies, small considerations, habitually practised in our social intercourse, give a greater charm to the character than the display of great talents and accomplishments.

Our words have wings but fly not where we would.

Those of us in positions of responsibility, we'll need to be less concerned with the judgment of special interests and well-connected donors, and more concerned with the judgment of posterity.

A girl's modesty is first noted by her external presentation, but if it's not followed by the confidence of internal modesty, she still forfeits the power of her virtue.

The most generous and merciful in judgment upon the faults of others are always the most free from faults themselves.

There is more to us than we know. If we can be made to see it, perhaps for the rest of our lives we will be unwilling to settle for less.

We turn our own lives into an information archive by storing all our emails, SMS, digital photos, and other digital traces of our existence.

Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.

Artists don't always know. Almost every song I ever recorded that was a hit at the majors that the promotional people picked I didn't think it would be a hit. I was wrong every time!

At the museum a troubled woman destroys a sand painting meticulously created over days by Tibetan monks. The monks are not disturbed. The work is a meditation. They simply begin again.