Oh God…
Pelé! Pelé! Pelé!
Today's the day, my brave people.
Brazil debuts in Mexico under a cloud of skepticism.
One name has everyone's attention here at Jalisco Stadium in Guadalajara.
The king of football.
Despite being written off by football fans around the world
in the wake of the failure at the last World Cup,
now Pelé has risen from the ashes
with the hopes of millions of fellow Brazilians
who place the dreams and glories of a third championship at his feet.
An absolutely brutal foul on Pelé!
He's being targeted mercilessly on the field.
The king of football is in agony on the field.
He is taking a long time to get up. Pelé's condition seems very serious.
Lift him up slowly.
Come on, Pelé.
That's it.
You got it?
That's it.
Don't worry, it's gonna be okay.
Easy.
-Get me a bandage! -What happened?
Just relax.
That doesn't look good.
Can you play, King?
I have to, Tostão.
I can't leave our team hanging.
God, not again.
Bandage!
No, not again, no.
Pelé tries to keep up while being marked, but he can't.
It is impossible for anyone to play under these trying conditions.
And Brazil is now officially eliminated from the 1966 World Cup.
Pelé, Pelé please!
No, no, no, come on!
I said we're done!
Move! Move, move!
Get out of here!
Listen, King,
in the next World Cup, we're gonna put some metal on those shins, all right?
Won't be a next time, Mário.
Hey!
SELL-OUTS!
Shame on you!
DIRTY TEAM! FAILURES!
Pelé is dead!
Boo!
Pelé, over here! Word on the street is that
this was officially your last World Cup. Can you tell our listeners if that's true?
That's right.
I, uh… I-I won't be playing in a World Cup again.
I think I'm unlucky.
At two World Cups, I get to the second match and…
-I can't play anymore. -Pelé's dead!
You're washed up!
-How could you do this! -Pelé is dead!
You're a disgrace to our nation!
So, that's it. It's over.
Pelé, wait, is this…
Attention, breaking news!
Hello, my brave people.
Looks like the Brazilian team is without Pelé and without a coach.
In the middle of this whirlwind, one important question hangs in the air.
Who will lead our boys to the World Cup in Mexico next year?
ORDER AND PROGRESS LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT
DOWN WITH THE DICTATORSHIP
Honey, you would not believe who showed up at the newsroom today.
Who, João?
Cartola.
From the Confederation.
He was crying over the whole World Cup thing.
He was saying the team needs a coach, he wants to know what I'm up to now…
Come on, João. Now is not the time for jokes.
This isn't a joke.
And so I said, "Is this a probe or an invitation?"
It's an invitation.
An invitation?
To be the coach of the national team, Thereza.
And what did you say?
Yup.
You are a communist, João.
-You're willing to work for that dictator? -No, to work for football.
-For football? -Football.
Football? It's been ten years since you coached Botafogo.
-And? -You're a journalist, why get involved?
Because I'm a journalist, I can't be a coach again?
-Know what they want? -What?
They want to borrow your popularity, that's what!
It's more than that.
They want to shut you up.
Yet they offered to give me the biggest microphone in the world.
And you know how much I love to talk.
You know it's standard to wear cleats on the field.
Hey, at least I'm not in heels.
Do I have to treat you like a VIP for you to join my team this Cup?
Okay. Here I am.
So, you own the national team now, is that the deal?
No, I don't own anything.
It belongs to the people.
I'm only here to make sure Brazil becomes champions again.
Saldanha…
We've been champions twice. Both times I was there.
I've given it all I got.
You know very well that's not true.
"But Pelé's past his prime."
Those were your words,
-that was your article. -That's the problem?
Can't handle a critique?
You can say whatever you want, Saldanha.
My whole life I've taken the blame.
I know precisely who's to blame.
But now there will be no messy political interference.
Only stars on the field.
And you, Pelé,
are not going to have to bear it alone.
Positioned on the right:
Jairzinho.
Good luck to the fullback who tries to keep up.
Keep up, fool!
Come on! Brazil!
In the midfield, a guy that can nail any pass blindfolded.
Gérson?
Yeah, come on, everyone, this way, come on!
Strong duo. I played them at Botafogo.
-You're interested! -No, I'm not interested in anything.
-You're not? -I'm just tryna help you think.
Okay, then what do you think about this? On the left wing:
Rivellino.
You know him. He's a hot-head.
Hot-headed, explosive, stubborn…
…but an amazing dribbler.
I mean, when he takes a shot,
it's not just a shot, it's a damn verdict.
What about the front?
-Who's making the breaks? -The champ of Minas.
Tostão?
He was a reserve at the last World Cup.
And despite his little eye incident back at Cruzeiro…
…I'll make him a starter, no question about it.
Yeah!
But to organize this shindig, we need a sheriff.
Who better than the skillful full-back
who's already your captain at Santos?
Let's go, guys!
Carlos Alberto Torres.
This team, Pelé, will be unbeatable.
We just… need our number ten.
Know anyone?
Tostão passes to Pelé, he controls it brilliantly,
blows past the defender and…
Goal for Brazil!
Pelé!
Saldanha, you don't understand.
My time with the national team's done.
Over.
Listen to me, Pelé.
I came all the way here in my fancy shoes when it's soaking wet
just to convince you to return back to our team.
But you're scared stiff, that much is clear.
Scared my ass, Saldanha.
-You have no clue what I've been through. -What don't I know, Pelé?
Hmm?
Footage is being transmitted…
There, Dad. There.
-That's perfect. -We're bringing you updates…
Ahh, look at me getting the hang of this.
We can even watch the World Cup on this.
Four days ago, Apollo 11 launched on its mission to the Moon.
-And now for the first time in history… -Here, babe.
-…mankind is on the threshold of… -Thanks, hon.
-…stepping onto a celestial body. -You okay?
What's the matter?
It's nothing, Rose.
It's the national team, right?
When will they respect your decision to no longer play in the Cup?
Hey, check it out. It's about to start.
They remind us that tonight, humanity…
-Any minute now. -Hmm…
Any minute.
Here it goes!
…thousands of miles away from home…
Can you believe this is happening? It's crazy.
The whole world has stopped to watch this.
If you ask me, that's a TV set.
This is all very real, Celeste.
-That is humanity's greatest achievement. -And there it is.
The image of the space module.
Very close to its destination,
in a few moments, man will land on the Moon.
Oh boy! Wow! This is unbelievable!
Ladies and gentlemen, humans are officially on lunar soil.
This day is going to be etched into history.
That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
Saldanha came to visit after practice yesterday.
He wants me to go national again.
Hmm.
Who could've ever imagined that, huh, Dico?
I'm happy at Santos.
I want to have another kid with Rose.
I mean, life is good, Pops.
God took me off the pitch in '62.
He took me off in '66.
He doesn't want me in the Cup, Dad.
How can you say that, Dico?
Look at you. You're more than ready, son.
I'm scared of playing this Cup and not seeing it through to the end again.
Listen.
A man landed on the moon a few hours ago.
Do you think it was easy?
How would you like to be remembered?
Like in the last World Cup?
All broken and defeated and worn down?
Everyone out there saying you're dead?
Or would you rather go where no one's gone before?
Hmm?
"God doesn't want me to play." God spared you, boy.
You know damn well what I'm talking about.
I know you've accomplished a lot in your life.
But you know,
you're still missing your World Cup.
If you win this Cup,
you'll be the first three-time world champion.
That man who landed on the moon will be remembered forever.
You have a God-given gift.
So don't waste it, Dico.
Breaking news!
The team's number ten has finally been decided.
Our King Pelé will play for the national team.
And we're off to Mexico!
Off to our third world title, my brave people!
All right, I'm gonna show you the formation now,
but don't get stuck in your zone.
We're not city planners here.
This dictatorship of fixed positions is over.
Everybody attacks and defends.
What's wrong?
It takes a lotta stamina to do both, you know.
Hey, just to be clear, I don't recall calling up 22 women.
I wanted 22 monsters.
Every single one of you was handpicked by me.
No meddling, no special treatment or favors from anyone.
The best there is.
From now on, I want you to forget about the Canary Squad.
To win the World Cup, you need to have guts.
Anyone got a problem with that,
please kindly stand, return to the locker room, grab all your bags…
See ya next time, bud.
All right,
I'm gonna set up the tactics, but…
when push comes to shove…
-Hey, Saldanha. -It's--
-A moment? -It's up to you guys.
You are all stars.
So, you know exactly what to do.
That's true.
I think this man's onto something.
Well, we better go all-out now.
'Cause this guy's cuckoo.
Cuckoo.
I mean, after what went down between him and Manga, Gérson…
I wouldn't rule it out.
What're you talking about? What happened?
You don't know? Come on, bro, tell him, go on.
He shot a guy. No joke.
This guy is Botafogo to the bone.
One day he decided that Manga, the goalkeeper,
let a goal in on purpose.
He hid under a Beetle.
Under a beetle?
The car, Tostão.
He stayed there, waiting.
The moment he saw Manga, he pulled out his gun…
-Bam! -Manga!
Fuck!
What the fuck, man?
What? You're gonna run away?
Huh?
Yeah, Félix, you watch that goal, bud.
Better not screw this up.
-Get the fuck out, man, get lost. -I'm just looking out for you.
-You're just a shit-stirrer. -Watch out, Félix.
Your spot's as firm as jelly.
Playing well isn't gonna save you.
-It guarantees nothing. -Just leave it to me, Jairzinho.
Saldanha's a real piece of work, man.
He nitpicks everything, right, Gérson?
A nutcase like him, you better do as he says. Yeah.
I don't get scared easily, but I swear, man, his face can look like a demon.
-What the hell, Riva? -Hey! What is this?
A bunch of grown-ass men, and you're… afraid of grandpa now?
Oh yeah? You can take on Grandpa, then!
Okay, okay, what's all the chatter about?
Trying to get in our heads now.
Already celebrating your selection? Everybody's spot's secure?
Saldanha, we were just wondering how the training camp is gonna work,
if we'll be able to go out or not.
I'm speaking for myself here.
I met this blonde, Saldanha…
What? PC saw it.
-Who me? No, I didn't! -Clodoaldo saw it too. You did!
I'm not gonna lock anyone up. This isn't the army, okay?
If locking folks up worked,
then the penitentiary team would be world champions.
-Hey! -We'll figure it out.
Yeah!
Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute. Just don't be dumbasses.
Oh, Fontana's in trouble now.
Let's run. Come on, get going. Hustle, guys.
-Come on, boys, let's go! -More, faster!
Pass the ball. Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Shoot!
-A disappointing start… -Shoot! Come on.
…for Brazil in the qualifiers.
Go, Pelé!
Ahh!
Run! Run!
They've been dominating possession, but so far have had no shots.
Honestly, I think we all expected more from Saldanha's lineup.
-Especially against… -Pass it, dammit!
…such an inferior team like Venezuela.
VENEZUELA 0 BRAZIL 0
Stop, everyone. Stop right there!
Stop!
What's going on?
If you keep playing complete piece-of-shit football like you were,
-go back on the pitch. -I gotta go to the restroom.
-No, you're gonna stay here. -I've gotta piss.
The locker room is for resting. And you…
You're not tired, are you?
So don't bother cleaning up, drinking, or taking a dump.
It's all locked up.
So no one's going in.
This is absurd, you can't be serious.
What's absurd is thinking you'll win without bleeding for it.
This is the World Cup qualifiers, come on now!
But you won't attack, you won't shoot at the goal,
and when you miss a shot, you laugh?
Not one bead of sweat on this team.
You're wet because it's fucking raining!
-Jesus! What the hell? -Shit.
Where'd they go? Saldanha,
-this isn't cool. Ah… -Got a problem, anyone?
Huh?
Huh, Pelé?
Look, boys, Saldanha's right about this.
We're here for the World Cup, not to embarrass ourselves.
Now everyone fucking go and show me some goddamn football.
Not whatever that bullshit was you did just now.
Come on, go!
Go!
-What are we gonna do? -Just go!
-Now! -Come on, let's go.
All right boys, lock in.
Brazil comes out guns blazing in this second half.
It's Pelé.
Passes to Tostão, and it's back to Pelé.
He's into the box. Look at that ball handling.
Goal!
-Fuck yeah! -Pelé!
Just leave it to this guy, folks.
When it mattered most, the King rose to the occasion.
That's Pelé for you!
This is a day for celebration, folks.
After an undefeated campaign in the qualifiers,
Brazil is headed to the World Cup in Mexico.
Let's cheer for Saldanha's beasts as they go for their third title.
Brazil, Brazil, three cheers for Brazil!
Hey, Félix.
Whoa!
Just a little swing. You need to loosen up those hips, kid.
Hey, Tostão, come here.
Come here.
Well, hon, you've been worried all along,
but that coach of yours seems like a nice guy.
Well, I'll pray he stays that way, because the thing is,
if you cross Coach, you're screwed.
Hi, I wanted to congratulate the top scorer.
-Hey there. -Nice to meet you.
-Pleasure. -João's always saying that
without you, there's no team.
-True. -Come on, João.
Fluminense could use you. I mean it.
She's tricolor to the core.
Well, congratulations to all of you boys…
And to me too, because I gave him a lot of free advice.
Hold on, are you tryna tell us
that the incomparable Saldanha listens to advice?
Ah! Hers only.
Uh-huh.
That's how it goes. When the boss says, "jump," you say, "How high?" Am I right?
-So you get it now? -Yeah!
Do you see who Saldanha's monster really is, guys?
It's her. It's her.
Let's go over there.
Hey, come on.
Let's go.
Yeah, you know.
Look who descended from Mount Olympus!
Damn, brother.
-Sharp suit. -Wow.
-And look who climbed up from hell. -He walking this way?
João Havelange.
Hi, fellas.
President Médici sends his most heartfelt compliments
for the World Cup qualification,
and extends an invitation to receive all of you at the Palácio da Alvorada.
That's just what I needed.
Stop being childish, Saldanha.
The President just wants a picture with our boys.
Don't even think about it.
I'm not letting that uniformed bastard use my team for his propaganda.
The team's not yours.
Come on.
They want to use the national team to clean up this government's filth.
You knew this could happen, I told you.
"This is not your team." You--
João, listen.
We're gonna leave right now.
Mexico, tra-la-la, Mexico
Mexico
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to find out who will be in England's group.
-Let's begin the draw for group three. -Let's go.
-Excuse us. -Pardon me.
Saldanha, the draw is about to begin.
Sitting here waiting won't change the outcome of it.
Let's see who the reigning champion will face in the first round…
Here it is, the name of the second team in the group.
Hey, what is Saldanha doing over there?
He went to talk to his old buddies from his time in journalism.
You know how it works.
Now we have Czechoslovakia.
10 CZECHOSLOVAKIA
And Brazil is doing well, right?
Brazil's living under military rule.
The situation in our country is becoming more critical by the minute.
We must act urgently.
We have a list of names of people who have disappeared.
Now we will meet the third team in the group.
I need you to take a good look at these names. Every single one of them.
Romania.
There are more than 3,000 political prisoners,
and hundreds of citizens are being tortured…
And closing group three…
…or assassinated.
Brazil is not doing well at all.
Brazil!
Fuck.
The dictatorship is in full force.
BRAZIL
The whole world needs to know what things are like in Brazil right now.
12 BRAZIL
Did I miss anything?
That we're officially in the group of doom, that's all.
We shouldn't be afraid of adversity.
You can't win a belt if you're not able to knock out the title holder.
Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, man.
I hope you do, Saldanha.
You just do your part.
And I'll do mine.
In Mexico,
every single time you opened your mouth, you set off a firestorm.
GO GOLDEN TEAM
I'll take that as a compliment.
Right, the only problem is, I'm the one that is getting burned.
The President is totally outraged, and understandably so. Look at this.
BRAZILIAN COACH ACCUSES GOVERNMENT OF TORTURE AND MURDER
Journalists publish what they see fit.
I just gave them information.
-Just facts. -Saldanha…
-Just facts. -I'm trying to deescalate things.
But you've gotta let me help you out. You have to help yourself.
The President loves Dadá Maravilha and wants him on the national team, João.
And Maravilha scored two goals
in Atlético's recent friendly against the Soviet Union.
-The guy's a damn star. -Mmm.
Well, good for him.
Look, I'm not asking you to give up or shift any of your political views.
I just need you to do me a favor.
For you to agree to the President's suggestion. That's all I want.
Is it time, Havelange?
We're late, actually.
Someone die?
No, I have a commitment.
I was invited to do a commercial.
Right now?
Just doing my part, Saldanha.
No, your part is to play football.
Saldanha.
Your only part is to play football.
-Saldanha. The President needs an answer. -Come on, this has gotta be a joke.
Just call up Dadá, Saldanha.
Why am I even here? If he doesn't need to practice.
This is fucking wonderful.
Don't worry about it, Saldanha.
With his talent for acting,
he'll be back at practice in no time.
Rolling, and action!
Come and feel at ease.
With TV Colorado, the future is here.
Cut! No, Pelé, it's not good. You know why?
Because you look depressed.
I need you to be happier, more cheerful, you know, smile more!
I need a big smile.
Come and feel at ease. With TV Colorado, the future is here.
-Cut! -The best TV…
Cut, please!
-Do it again. -Take your Colorado…
One more time.
Reset for another take!
-Colorado TV is here. -Let's do another one.
Show me that smile.
…to watch the World Cup live, so get one soon.
Cut!
Too many commitments, huh, Pelé?
Are you tired yet?
Relax, I can handle myself.
I don't know, you missed an easy shot in that friendly.
Your eyesight in top shape?
You want me to wear glasses while playing now?
I'm worried about you.
I, uh…
I'm gonna request some tests from the medical team.
Look, Saldanha.
You got a problem with me?
Yup.
You worry too much about everyone else.
Well, I think you worry too little.
I don't owe anyone.
Everyone owes others respect, Saldanha.
Well…
For now you're out of the upcoming friendly.
Once I see those exams, we'll reconvene.
-Are you being serious? -Of course.
A bit of rest will do you good.
Especially with all these commitments with the Confederation.
The Ministry of Planning released positive growth figures today
as the Gross Domestic Product has increased for four months running.
Hi, babe.
You're home late.
Go to bed, my love.
Hmm. I wanted us to have dinner together.
I ate already, thanks, hon.
Oh, well, then…
Just sit with me.
For a bit.
Come.
Why do I feel like you're up to something?
Hmm… You know me well.
Is that my boy, Rose?
There's a 50% chance, honey.
If you wanted to make me happy, you sure have.
Saldanha, you just left Pelé out of a friendly.
And now President Médici requested
that Dadá be called up to the Brazilian national team.
What are your thoughts on the President's suggestion?
Well, Brazil has about 80 or 90 million fans.
So the nation is full of folks who love watching football.
It's a right that everyone has. In fact, you know,
the President… the President and I,
have many things in common.
We're from the same area,
we're Grêmio fans,
we both love football.
And… I don't get to choose his cabinet,
like the President doesn't choose the players.
-Oh God. -So I believe
we understand each other very well.
That was João Saldanha,
the coach of the Brazilian National Team,
speaking about his plans for which players will be included…
Breaking news!
Crisis in the national team.
Coach João Saldanha has officially been dismissed.
Just months from the World Cup,
the nation asks itself: who will take command of our team now?
It's not like I'm salt or something. I don't dissolve.
Did you really say that?
Of course.
Havelange said he's begun dissolving the team's coaching staff.
-Hey, Saldanha. -Hmm?
There's only three months until the World Cup.
That's right.
So you'll need discipline even more than you need talent.
And that, my friend…
Okay, and what are we supposed to do without you?
No, you guys are ready.
Of course you're ready. You're more than ready, you know that.
Now when the time comes, you'll know precisely what to do.
I denied a request from the President and I also benched Pelé.
So I knew… I knew this could happen.
It's been a pleasure working with all of you.
You can count on me for anything, all right?
Anything.
I'm off to have dinner now.
My wife's waiting at home.
Life goes on.
Look who's here.
Is this what you wanted?
You're on your own now.
We still have an awesome team.
-It sucks, but we have to roll with it. -So it's real, huh?
Yeah, King.
It's all over. They dissolved the staff.
Yep. Don't freak out. Calm down.
-Calm down? -Calm down. Yeah?
There's no point in us panicking now.
We've learned how to play together.
Okay? Trust that.
That's right, man.
This changes everything, Cap.
Whoever takes charge next will restructure the team anyway they want.
We'll have to start over from scratch.
Hey, Tostão.
Our coach just got fired for political reasons, man,
not because of football.
If it was about football, he'd still be here, damn it.
And you're worried about your place on the team, brother?
-You know better… what? -It's easy for you to say,
you're on the bench.
-Cut the bullshit. -Come on.
-You guys are forgetting one thing. -Fuck!
Saldanha was really stubborn.
Remember? He didn't listen to anyone. He listen to you?
What about you, man?
He was stubborn as hell, whatever, we know.
I agree with you on that, Riva.
But his way always gave us results in every goddamn match!
Jair, Jair. Look, PC's not wrong.
Saldanha was forced out
because he didn't want the government to screw with his team.
The government and the King.
-What's that mean? -What are you talking about?
-Come on, man. -I think you heard me loud and clear.
You got a problem with it?
Saldanha wanted to own the team, Fontana.
He was very stubborn. Everyone here knows that.
He didn't know how to deal with those guys, man.
I agree with you.
He was very stubborn, sure.
And he didn't realize someone already owned us.
That's why he was doomed
the second he decided to mess with Your Majesty, wasn't he?
What you trying to say, Fontana?
You gonna pick on him right now?
I'm not picking on anyone, okay?
All I'm doing is saying what everybody already knows.
But none of you brown-nosers has the courage to say it!
Enough, fuck!
-I had nothing to do with this, man. -I know.
Everybody here knows me.
No, King, hold on. Hold on.
You had everything to do with it.
This conversation is over.
The World Cup's in three months. Three months!
This shit doesn't matter anymore. Now we need to know who'll be our coach.
Sorry, King.
Hello, my brave people.
The day has come!
The 1970 World Cup is about to begin.
The national team walks onto the field under monstrous expectations.
We cannot rest on our laurels,
my brave people.
The king, despite having scored over a thousand goals,
has been injured in two previous World Cups
and had to abandon the tournament.
The King, Pelé, is at the head of Brazil's hope of making history
as we try to bring back the Jules Rimet Trophy to Brazil.
Go!
Whistle blows! And we're officially off to the races in Guadalajara.
Brazil debuts after a shocking coaching change sent ripples through the squad.
Pelé, the greatest player of all time, was at the center of the drama.
And now he'll have to lead Brazil forward.
And the battle begins.
The game is underway here at Jalisco Stadium.
An attack down the left wing for Rivellino.
It's tackled away!
And now a corner kick has been awarded to Brazil!
Brazil! Brazil!
That's it, come on.
There goes Rivellino.
He makes his way to the corner to prepare for the kick.
If he curves this one into Czechoslovakia's box,
it could be Brazil's first goal in the Cup.
Inside the box, Tostão, and Pelé
are trying to get away from their mark so they can go for a header.
A moment of tremendous anticipation here in Guadalajara.
There goes Rivellino.
And he kicks it low!
Gérson and the Czech defense fight for possession of the ball.
Petráš tries to control the ball, but Brazil regains possession.
Now Rivellino!
Here he comes on the left side of the box.
Beautiful footwork on display by Rivellino.
The ball passes behind Tostão.
This is it! Pelé! Pelé! Goal! Pelé's goal!
Here it comes, folks!
This is it, here comes the goal. Pelé!
And he missed!
How could you possibly miss a goal like that?
Moments like these are utterly unbelievable.
A player of this caliber!
Brazil misses the opportunity to put one up on the scoreboard.
Now Czechoslovakia's on the offensive.
-They cross the ball to the right side. -Shit.
Go back, Pelé!
Oh, and a miscommunication in the midfield.
Pelé tries to get the ball.
He's shoved down!
And foul!
They're going hard on Pelé! Unbelievable.
Pelé? Are you okay, Pelé? All good?
Jairzinho to Clodoaldo.
Oh, and Clodoaldo loses the ball in the dangerous area! Watch out!
Petráš moves like lightning through the defense,
he's into the box, he shoots, he scores!
Goal for Czechoslovakia!
Petráš finds the back of the net, blowing past the goalkeeper, Félix.
The Brazilian team is all over the place.
-One touch, come on. -It was one mistake.
Even the players are butting heads on the field.
I'm over this shit, man.
It's almost as if the team doesn't have a coach.
Brazil's off to a terrible start!
What is going on with our team right now, Saldanha?
My fellow commentator was Brazil's coach until just a few months ago,
and now he's got some things to say about the new man in charge.
It's a mess out there.
The team is completely falling apart.
We keep giving away easy chances in the danger zone.
Who's the clown running this circus, anyway?
That was Saldanha weighing in
on the coach who took over the team right before the World Cup.
And let's stop kidding ourselves.
Pelé is looking lost out there on the field, true,
but there's only one person to blame for that.
Mário Jorge Lobo Zagallo.