“Football gives the African people hope, a true motivation for their life.”

“I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life but that great consciousness of life.”

“People ask what gives me the authority to give advice? I say, First of all, I don't give advice. Dr Phil gives advice. Mr T helps people. I motivate them, I inspire them, I give them hope, and I plant the seed so they can feel good about themselves.”

“My main purpose is not about football or baseball, or anything like that. It’s about helping others. It’s about finding the people who need hope.”

“There is inherent in every true football supporter a reservoir of natural optimism. This inner holding pond of hope springs eternal, and is the safety valve that regulates the emotional turbulence synonymous with professional football. It mollifies the annual agitation and soothes the savage beast of frustration. Without this optimistic dimension the personality of the authentic fan is incomplete.”

““We all do that. In every day life it’s called making excuses.” True, raw motives are too rough to swallow. By the time most people reach my age, they have glossed their motives so often and so well they fall completely out of touch with them.”

“A person, who no matter how desperate the situation, gives others hope, is a true leader.”

“Our daily deeds as ordinary South Africans must produce an actual South African reality that will reinforce humanity's belief in justice, strengthen its confidence in the nobility of the human soul and sustain all our hopes for a glorious life for all.
All this we owe both to ourselves and to the peoples of the world who are so well represented here today.”

“How much motivation are they going to get by putting a quote from me on the wall saying that I believe in my football team […] If that's where you're going to draw motivation from, hell, we'll probably kick your”

“sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks…”