Success Quote by Robbie Fowler

The joke lands because it’s only half a joke. Fowler’s line has the swagger of a striker talking like a striker: the ball crossed a line, the stat sheet changes, job done. But the sly twist - “no matter which end it goes in” - smuggles in an admission that the goal may have been ugly, accidental, or even an own goal. He’s borrowing the language of pure achievement to cover the messy reality that in football, reputations are built on outcomes, not aesthetics.

The second sentence, “I’m pleased to get off the mark again,” is the tell. “Off the mark” is striker code for a drought, the kind that turns every touch into evidence and every missed chance into a headline. Fowler doesn’t defend his performance; he returns to the simplest currency available: scoring. That’s the subtextual bargain between elite forwards and the public. You can be anonymous for 89 minutes if you’re decisive once. You can be forgiven for a mis-hit if it ends up in the net.

Context matters because Fowler isn’t just any athlete; he’s a cult figure whose identity was tied to finishing, instinct, and being a born goal-scorer. The line reads like a press-room pressure valve: a self-deprecating wink that disarms criticism while still asserting the one thing strikers are allowed to insist on - that goals count, and counts are what people remember.