In about five years I had gone from selling cigarettes in the streets of Abidjan to playing for the biggest club in the world. 

Sometimes the best dreams aren’t yours — they’re the ones someone else tells you you can achieve.

Let Patrice Evra tell you a story about a train, an angel and three nuns and how they changed his life.

Je me dois de commencer avec une histoire un peu gênante.

When people ask me about the estates in South London, I tell them about the cages.

Football is the only thing more inspiring than the cinema. You wake up in the morning, and the magic was all real.

Rome. London. Paris. Rome again. Istanbul. And now Madrid. These are the places we will remember for the rest of our lives. 

If I could tell you one secret about my life, this would be it. Anyone can be happy — anyone can love this game.

I am a brutally honest person. So I will let you in on a little secret.

I missed France’s World Cup win in ’98. And didn’t make the team for 2018. But the next time France makes a World Cup final, I’ll be there.

And I looked over at Pogs like, Oh my gosh, if the gaffer actually puts me in, I might wet meself.

When I cleared my apartment, it felt like someone ripped my heart out of my chest.