I think people have different definitions of team unity. My definition is doing whatever it takes to win, what makes a great team; it's performance on the field, respect on the field.
I have a problem with players who don't take the loss personally. At a professional level you should - it's our job, it's our livelihood, it's who we are at this level. Every loss should be taken that personal.
It took putting one foot in front of the other every single day to get through it to the point where I made it back on the team and won a gold medal in 2008.
A lot of people think I'm naturally confident. I am not naturally confident!
I wear my dad's cross. It's very important to me. I hang it in my locker before each game.
I'm a nerd at heart.
I need a life outside of soccer. So I very much welcome, you know, new love interests and dating and friends and family.
In truth, 2007 was the hardest year of my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my father.
Being responsible and taking care of your body is truly how you make your pay cheque, how you excel and succeed in your lifelong goals, so for me it's just an everyday lifestyle.
I think it's my personality to overcome things, learn from them and become stronger, both personally and professionally.
With each year that's gone by, and as I grow up and get older, I've become more mature, of course, but you have a sense of who you are, and you find confidence in that.
My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love.
I've learned that winning isn't everything, and it's more about the journey. But at the end of the day, I just want to stand on the podium with the gold medal.
I still don't buy the idea that I'm a 'sex symbol.'
I burn so many calories when I work out that I don't really count calories or necessarily try and stay away from anything.
No one wants to lose, period. It should hurt, it should sting, and you don't want to feel that feeling again.
I think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women's football in the States is a bit idyllic.
I've had marriage proposals, invitations to military balls and even a few prom offers from 18-year-old boys.
My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love. He just, he had a rough life. You know, he grew up in a boys home in the Bronx. He didn't really know his own family. So I couldn't hold it against him that he didn't know how to parent. He didn't know how to be the perfect husband. But he loved as much as he could.
I don't just want to focus on soccer, soccer, soccer. You're going to look back 20 years from now and of course you're going to remember the games. But I'm going to remember seeing my family in the stands.
