Every old goalkeeper loses a step at some point, but you can gain that back through experience.

A mother's example sketches the outline of her child's character.

I want to do things in my community, get out of the public eye, just be normal. You get your 15 minutes of fame, I hear, and I've had 14. The clock's ticking.

Good keepers sniff out attacks whether with the feet or a throw out.

When the whistle blows, I’m completely exhausted, physically and mentally. I get in the locker room and I sit down and I just exhale. Finally, the danger is over.

The most important thing in my life is Christ. He’s more important to me than winning or losing or whether I’m playing or not. Everything else is just a bonus.

And yet, if it all went away tomorrow, I know I would still have peace. That probably sounds crazy to most people, but that’s the kind of peace Christ gives. It is rooted in His love, and it surpasses all understanding.

I think we have more athleticism, I think we have more pace and that's going to be important to deal with Ghana.

Today, I am blessed to be living a dream. And yet, if it all went away tomorrow, I know I would still have peace.

It will take a nation of millions to hold me back.

Manchester United could have any goalkeeper in the world. I was a 23-year-old kid from New Jersey who, from an early age, had to cope with Tourettes Syndrome, a brain disorder that can trigger speech and facial tics, vocal outbursts and obsessive compulsive behavior.

If I woke up and didn't have Tourette's syndrome, it would feel weird - not better or worse, just different.

Some goalkeepers are really sexy with their feet. I have a little sexiness with my feet, but I don't like to bring it out.