I think, when you are growing up, you have to pull apart from what your mother wants or needs. You've got to go your own way, and that's what I did.

That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings.

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.

Time is something that interests me a whole lot - past and present, and how the past appears as people change.

I'm adapting quite well to English football with the same will I've always had.

When Brian told me he grew up in New Mexico, I told him I thought it is cool that people from other countries play football. He corrected me on my geography and agreed to sit down with me anyway.

As the only girl growing up among three brothers, I was always afraid of being excluded. If there was a game to be played, a sport to be learned, a competition to join, I was on my feet and ready. I didn't spend much time alone for fear that I'd miss out.

When I'm at home, I do get recognised more often, and I don't need to be in sports clothes to be recognised, which is different.