One of the main rules with my mom was if I broke a club, she was going to take it and I wouldn't get it back. So I made sure I kept all my clubs.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I can't remember the last time I went to a club.
When you're not part of a club, you have to find another way of surviving.
The Boys and Girls club was basically a second home for me, and I always credit it with keeping me out of trouble. From the ages of 6 to 16, I was there nearly every day.
My deepest respect to the clubs who considered having me.
My mom was always the supplier of soccer balls, and so people were always knocking on my door, and trying to get me out so we could play.
Sometimes, of course, I could not belong to the boys club, but that's OK. There are always ways to do what I wanted to do. It doesn't really matter so much to me.
Being at a club that supported me meant a lot.
I was in 30-plus clubs when I was 14 years old.
I'm not much of a club goer because every time I do go I get in trouble.
Never have a club in your bag that you're afraid to hit.