Pelé! Pelé! Pelé! Pelé!
Right foot first for good luck! Right foot!
Pelé! Pelé! Wait!
-What about lefties? -Right foot.
-Right foot? -Right foot!
We're screwed, Tostão!
We all have to step into Mexico with our right foot.
Seriously, Pelé, it's good luck.
Everybody, right foot first!
Bienvenido a México, Pelé.
This is our fantastic coach, Mário Jorge Lobo Zagallo!
-Bienvenido. -Gracias.
Una foto, una foto!
Whoa, what is this! What the hell, man.
We are the first team to arrive and we'll be the very last team to go.
Look at him, all buddy-buddy with Pelé.
See how he got worked up about the right foot thing?
What was that?
He's absurdly superstitious, that's what.
With things the way they are now,
I'm afraid they'll drop me again, you know?
He's just testing his options.
How come he's not having Tostão and Pelé play together?
He wants a center-forward that's much stronger, more robust,
a real bruiser.
He's gonna get me my starting spot back.
I scored a bunch of goals, I mean, I was the top scorer in the qualifiers.
Okay, sure, Tostão's small. Still, his ten goals helped us get into the Cup.
A bruiser can't do what he does.
-Hell no. -No way.
That's gotta be worth something, right?
Mariachi, mariachi!
There's so many seasoned coaches they could have chosen.
Gino Sani, Otto Glória…
And instead, they give us this hack.
There's still no definitive line-up.
The team is a mess, nothing but draws or small margins when we win.
We're completely lost.
I don't wanna stir up anything, but Zagallo doesn't inspire confidence.
What worries me is no one used to meddle, know what I mean?
-It was about football. -Firm leadership's what we need.
Now the suits call the shots.
The only one who'll play for sure is Pelé.
Zagallo's only here because of him.
He's friends with the King.
Lost something out there, Zé?
You look nervous.
Look… The boys are a little bit worried
with all these big changes you've made recently.
We're missing the boat, Pelé.
It's simply not enough.
It's not enough for us to play the same old 4-2-4
from the 1950s anymore. Football has evolved.
I need to modernize this team.
That's the problem.
Modernizing hasn't worked in the first few games.
That's precisely why I need you, Pelé.
They listen to what you say.
It's not like that, Zé.
The boys had been close to Saldanha, man.
-When he got fired, I was blamed for it. -But you are Pelé.
The leader of this team.
Can't you just help me out?
It's like a damn crypt in here.
-You're one to talk! -What're you up to?
What're you up to, man?
-You gonna liven things up? -Jair, grab the tambourine.
Come on, Gérson.
Oh boy.
Sing it, Zé! Sing it, Zé!
No, no, no.
Come on, sing!
-No, knock that off. -Loosen up!
No, no, no, no, no.
Okay, you tried.
This reminds me of another beautiful song, mon capitain. You know, it goes like this.
Good afternoon to all of our friends in Guanajuato.
On this very special day,
we are pleased to welcome the Brazilian national football team,
who are here to prepare for the World Cup in Mexico.
We hope that their training sessions are full of energy and enthusiasm
and spirit over the next 30 days.
With all due respect, I figured with the shitload they fundraised,
maybe they'd put us up at a better hotel.
It's the best one in the city, Gérson.
So the problem's the city, man.
Take it up with Saldanha,
he chose Guanajuato.
Am I the only one who remembers they said they'd fix this place up
before we got here? 'Cause it looks kinda…
Guys, to be honest, I don't know why you're complaining about this hotel.
Hey, what's the matter?
Scorpion! Scorpion! Scorpion!
-Oh shit! -Holy fuck!
That's huge!
-Someone kill it! -What are you laughing at?
One of those scorpion stings could put any of you bozos out of action.
You know Saldanha would've already pulled out his gun and shot it three times.
True.
-Jesus. -Hey, come on guys, you're overreacting.
Hey, we train tomorrow, we gotta rest.
Come on, boys!
I want to see you guys fly in this World Cup.
Let's go, let's go!
-Let's go! -Hey, Mário!
Come on, keeps those knees up!
-¡Hola, Pelé! -Hello, hello!
WELCOME
I'm gonna die.
Keep it going, boys!
Get your legs up, Rivellino.
Come on, Gérson. Focus!
Come on, come on, come on!
Hey, there.
-Cheers, brother. -Cheers, man.
Yeah…
Let's go!
This goddamn slope.
Screw this.
-We almost there? -One foot after the other.
Repetition leads to results, boys! Trust me!
Holy fucking shit!
-Stop. -Wait here for a bit.
He needs help. Sit. Careful.
Sit down, take it easy.
Guys, this is normal. Calm down. He'll get through it.
Vomiting's a normal reaction to altitude, okay?
Normal from where you're sitting.
That's it. Enough of this, enough.
No, no, no, Gérson.
Jogging is not optional. It's not.
The World Cup's approaching, no time to ease off.
Zagallo, with all due respect, I'm not new to football.
We can't continue this pace, it'll kill us.
On the contrary.
It's gonna condition all of you.
You'll thank me later.
Fine, but we ran our guts out, just look…
You think we can play ball now?
Hell of a challenge, my friend.
Setting up a balanced team with five playmakers.
How do you come to five, Mário? We have four.
Jairzinho, Gérson, Pelé, Rivellino.
Tostão?
Let's leave Tostão where he is, Mário.
Stay, Everaldo! Hold position!
Come on, Roberto! You gotta lay off!
Face away from the defender!
Good, Roberto. That's it. Yes, that's what I want.
-PC! -Good one.
Good!
Ah, Jesus Christ!
That's wrong, no stop, hold up, hold!
Everybody gather around.
-What? You guys fuck up too. -Come on!
Everybody pay attention.
I want Roberto in the middle of the center backs.
Fighting, keeping possession,
clearing the way for the runners
-coming from behind to shoot. -Got it.
I'm making an adjustment on the left flank.
Riva replaces PC.
Riva, I want you playing the left wing, yeah?
Coming back to defend.
Me? I'm tracking back?
When you don't have the ball, you come back to defend.
When you do have the ball, you're free. Got it?
-Understood? -Got it, coach.
Let's try it out then.
-Come on. -All right. Let's go, boys.
You should go ask him.
Come on, come on!
-Zagallo? -Yeah, Tostão?
May I have a quick word with you, sir?
I see you've been trying out new combinations…
so I was wondering if you could try putting me on the main team.
Instead of who? Pelé?
Of course not, sir.
But we played together in the qualifiers and it worked.
I know, Tostão.
But we're not in the qualifiers anymore. This is the World Cup.
I need a more aggressive forward,
a real bruiser, someone who fights for the ball.
Roberto is that guy.
-He does that for me at Botafogo. -I know.
The placement is purely tactical.
But I think my way of playing creatively could actually be more helpful.
Tostão,
talent without tactics is not enough to win the World Cup.
Well, I can prove it… prove that I can do both.
Good.
Wanna try? Ready to practice?
Let's begin!
Come on, guys. Let's go. Let's get it!
-Go! -Here, here, here. Here, Tostão!
Looks like Tostão might be ready for a spot, huh?
You too, Parreira?
-There we go! -Let's go, baby!
Hell yeah!
-Get back on defense. -What's wrong, Tostão? What is that?
Oh shit. Zagallo!
-Zagallo! -What is it?
Dr. Lídio! Hurry up!
The eye he had surgery on is bleeding.
Film Tostão.
-Tostão is crying blood, Doc. -Do you feel anything?
What you suffered was an ocular hemorrhage.
-Is this because of the surgery? -It doesn't look like it.
The surgery on your eye remains intact.
-So I can go back to practice. -Hang on. Take it easy.
My advice is that you rest for at least 24 hours.
All right, Doc. And then what?
How soon will he be, uh, able to take hits,
able to head the ball, you know,
without the risk of going blind?
Well, the risk is always gonna be there.
-But he is fully capable of-- -I'll assume that risk, Doctor.
I want to play again.
Even with just one eye.
You can't come in.
Don't touch me. What's your problem?
You can't come in here, Saldanha.
Well, how come they're allowed?
-They have authorization. -Yeah, from who? You?
Médici? Zagallo? Who was it?
-Settle down. No need to get like that. -Huh?
That's the Pelé we all know.
He does anything to avoid a fight. Isn't that right?
-You never miss a chance to start one. -No, Pelé, you don't know the half of it.
I went through hell and back to get from Brazil to here, okay?
They searched me, opened my suitcase,
took my clothes off. I was naked at the airport.
I missed my flight to Mexico.
I had to go to El Salvador, then cross Guatemala by car, and now…
turns out I'm not allowed to enter the hotel of the team I got qualified?
Did I get that right?
You are no longer their coach, get that through your skull.
I'm here as a journalist. 'Kay?
Then pick up your credentials so you'll be able to come to practices.
-But this hotel is off-limits to you. -I'm not here to have fun, Havelange.
I'm worried about Tostão, damn it.
I wanna check on him.
-Tostão is resting, but he'll be fine. -Ahh.
You're just saying that so I get out of here.
I know you.
He's telling the truth, João.
Tostão, you should be resting, bud.
I came out here to give my friend a big hug.
Are you okay?
Superb.
How about you, pirate?
Well I'm one-eyed now.
Cyclops?
We got a pirate on the team now, right, Rivellino?
-Saldanha. -Down that in one.
-Go ahead, coach. -Only the best for you.
Well I can't refuse that.
Gentlemen, today we run until we reach the top!
Pelé!
If you don't think you can take it, go home and watch the World Cup on TV!
Hey.
You gotta do something, come on.
What we have to do is run. That's all, Gérson.
Damn, brother. Listen…
I know you're just tryna help Zagallo,
but don't forget you're on our side too, man.
What side, man?
The only side I'm on is the side of winning the World Cup.
On your own?
Everyone fall back, now, fall back!
-What, man? -What is Clodoaldo doing there?
-Let's go! Keep it together! -Be fluid with it.
Right here, yeah!
Good! Control it!
Look at Pelé and Fontana. They're going at it.
These guys aren't listening to me. We don't understand each other.
What am I doing wrong, Mário?
Well, Zagallo, Saldanha was tough,
he was demanding, he was hard on them.
But he also talked to them, he'd shoot the shit with the boys.
Saldanha was fired, Mário.
Great, Roberto! Protect it!
Fall back, Everaldo!
This is the World Cup, for God's sake. Come on, hustle, hustle!
Don't press, Clodoaldo. Stay there, Clodoaldo!
Here it comes, come on, come on!
Give him space, give him space.
Just ran into former coach João Saldanha.
Saldanha, what do you think of the team?
They're playing too defensively.
Only fear can explain playing like this with all the talent out there.
If you ask me, playing back is cowardice disguised as strategy.
Go, Riva!
-Nice try, Jair! -Don't give away the ball!
And Pelé?
You think he still possesses the skills to lead Brazil?
That's for him to prove on the field.
Good, good, good!
Up, up, up, up!
-Riva, right here. -I've got, Pelé!
Stay on him.
What the fuck?
Hey, hey!
This isn't Vasco, asshole.
Don't be an asshole.
Are you fucking nuts?
The team's falling apart on the field,
meanwhile the coach looks like he's at mass.
Just watching and praying.
Enough!
You started this, Fontana!
Let it go, drop it!
Yeah. Whose side are you on? Whose side?
Hey! Cut it out! Enough, Pelé!
Pelé! Go to the showers, now!
-Shit, man! -To the showers, Pelé. Please go.
Is this your idea of helping me?
You can't help yourself, man!
What do you want me to do, Pelé?
Nobody takes jogging seriously,
they roll their eyes at my tactics. It's almost like I'm the enemy, goddammit!
You don't listen to the team.
Listening isn't why they hired me, they hired me to talk!
I am the coach of this team whether you all approve or not!
If Feola had been as stubborn as you in '58,
I wouldn't have played and Brazil wouldn't have won, Zagallo.
That's the truth, boss.
Oh, so you're saying that in '58, Brazil only won because of you?
There was nobody else on the team? There was no Garrincha, no Didi,
no Nilton Santos, and I wasn't there!
What about '62, Pelé?
You barely even played, and somehow we still won.
Mr. Pelé must return to the hotel.
Pelé,
the police have received information
that a Venezuelan terrorist group plans to try and kidnap you
and exchange you for some communist prisoners.
Why?
Because you're Pelé.
He'll be much safer at the hotel. Let's go.
Just sayin', we've been scrubbing for a while.
If he gets scratched, it'll be much harder to fix, you know that.
Breaking news from Mexico! Our star Pelé
was allegedly the target of a kidnapping threat
and will remain under protection at the Brazilian team's training camp.
We will continue to follow our team's…
He's… having a horrible time in Mexico, and meanwhile, we're here washing the car?
We're gonna have to go to Mexico.
What difference does it make to Pelé if we're there or not, Rosa?
Stop being a wimp, okay?
The fans make all the difference, sweetheart, you know that, please.
Let's say it does make a difference.
How we gonna get there? We're broke.
It's not like, "Oh, I'm going to Mexico." How?
-What? -Huh?
-What? -Jorginho's looking good.
-No. No, no, no. -Yeah, it's well-preserved.
-Don't say that. -Polished really well.
-You want to sell Jorge? -I'm thinking about it. Uh-huh.
Honey, let's go to the World Cup. If we don't live now, we won't…
-We won't ever live. You're right. -Exactly.
-Let's help Brazil become the champion. -Help Brazil.
-For Pelé. Mm-hmm. -For Pelé.
-For football. -For football.
-Yeah. For Brazil. -For Brazil.
That's it, we have to!
-Can't stay here twiddling our thumbs. -No!
-We grab our stuff, catch a plane and go! -So let's go to Mexico!
Let's go to Mexico!
The hell is this? Let's check this out.
I don't know.
You don't think it's weird that we all came out and left him alone at the hotel?
Well, I'm a fan of Pelé, you know that.
But he's drifting away from the group, so…
And also, I mean…
Why is he acting like he's Zagallo's lawyer?
How you doin'? You okay?
Hey.
You stayed?
I thought the doctor cleared you for a night out.
Yeah, he told me I could go.
I just wasn't feeling up to it.
What you reading?
Machado de Assis.
It's college exam prep.
What? Gonna to be a doctor or something?
Yeah.
I think so.
After the accident with my eye…
I began to see the big picture.
Damn, Tostão…
This is my last World Cup.
I just know.
I know how it feels, Tostão.
This is my last Cup too.
That is if I see it through to the end, right?
We're not the only ones who feel this way.
The World Cup is a unique experience for all of us.
Everyone feels the pressure.
Gérson is always getting injured.
Félix is always being put to the test.
Captain has to lead this group of tough players.
Riva, he's cocky, but he's afraid of disappointing everyone.
Jairzinho has to step in and try to fill Garrincha's shoes.
Everyone's feeling the weight.
We carry insecurities people could never fathom.
So don't bear the weight on your own.
We're all with you, man.
And the team needs to feel that you're with them, Pelé.
All right, boys, spread out.
WELCOME TO GUANAJUATO BRAZILIAN DELEGATION
-Two on one side, two on the other. -I need to talk to him.
Pelé,
I spoke to the President and it was decided
that you cannot leave the hotel until the kidnapping threat is under control.
But the World Cup is days away.
I can't stay behind.
Don't worry about it.
They have to run because they need to get on your level, Pelé.
-No, I want to train with the team. -Very sorry, Pelé.
Hola. Buenos días.
Pelé!
¡Mira, es Pelé!
Hola, niños.
What?!
Hey, you shouldn't be here, man!
Let's train, boys.
Yeah, get over here!
Come on, boys!
-Back to it, boys! -Come on!
Yeah! Yo, check out Tostão!
You're with the big boys now.
-Look at that! -You should not be here.
-Pelé! -I ain't scared, y'all.
Dammit, they closed us off.
Please stop.
-Run, man, run! -You are surrounded.
Don't run. Stop right there!
Move, move, move, move!
Come on, come on, come on!
-Keep on pushing. -We gotta lose 'em!
Let's go!
Let's go, Félix!
-Hurry, up here. -Shoot, they're coming.
Let's go! Come on, move it, let's go!
Policía mexicana.
Please, stop running. This is an official order!
We're almost there!
Come on, let's go!
Last push, last push!
Yes!
Fast as the wind, man.
That was so easy.
Crazy.
Policía mexicana.
Oh, look who found us.
Pelé, are you out of your goddamn mind!? Why'd you jump out of a window!
-The entire force… -You'll pay!
…came for you, Pelé.
Let's go, let's go! The party's over!
-Let's go, come on. Get moving, everybody! -It'll be all right.
-Thanks. -I just wanted to practice.
Hey, Zagallo?
Did you see the way Tostão was running?
He not only ran well, Captain,
but he did it better than the rest of us,
-didn't he? -For God's sake, guys.
I know Tostão is brilliant, all right? Our whole goddamn country knows that.
I know his eye is better. I'm aware of all of that.
Thing is, he doesn't fit into my game plan. It's not personal.
Ándale. Let's go.
Hey, Zé,
it's not just about us embracing your tactics, man.
It's about your tactics embracing us too, right?
He's gotta have the leg to be able to cover this whole zone right here.
That leaves him on his own.
What about the attack? Serious change.
So if we move him here, how do we deal with this?
-Gather round. -What does Zé want now?
Come on, boys!
-Come over here! -Here's the deal.
I know that
many of you think I sound like some sort of a broken record,
always talking tactics, tactics, tactics, tactics…
But what do you want me to do, for God's sake?
Am I gonna teach Pelé to kick?
Am I gonna teach Gérson to pass, Jair to dribble?
Every player here knows the game.
No team has more stars than ours.
-That's right. -Mm-hmm.
However, star players aren't enough
against a well-organized team.
Not anymore.
And so there's only one way for us to find success here.
We have to be united.
United.
You and me,
and me and you.
Tostão's in the starting lineup.
-Hey! -There we go!
He'll play further forward than he does at Cruzeiro.
Whoo!
But I've adjusted the tactics, and we'll make it work.
All right now, let's talk about our first battle.
Czechoslovakia's a tough nut to crack.
Let's start this war.
Brazil! Brazil!
Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
Brazil! Brazil!
Félix, your name is on the plaque.
"Tostão starter."
Thirteen letters.
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!
Look at that!
Let's go!
This is our time, Pelé.
Pelé! Pelé! Pelé!
I'd do anything to not disappoint my people.
Pelé!
We'll still disappoint 'em.
-We came for you! We're here for you! -We sold our Beetle to be here with you!
GATE 6 RESTRICTED ACCESS
Bienvenidos, peruanos.
I was right.
There is no car in the world that is worth more than this.
-Not one, baby. -Mm-mm.
Not a single one.
Wow!
Vladimír Hrivnák,
Ján Pivarník,
Čhapkovičh,
Kvašhnák,
Ladislav Petrášh…
-Albrecht… -Are you praying to your god, Eusébio?
Nope. I was double-checking how to pronounce the names of the Czechs.
If you want some tips, I can help you out.
The day they attempt to say "Pindamonhangaba",
I'll learn to say their names.
You should have seen me teaching them to say "Dadá Maravilha."
Five, four, three, two, one. Mexico.
Hello, my brave Brazilian people.
This is Eusébio Teixeira, live from Jalisco Stadium in Guadalajara.
We are transmitting in real time to every corner of our nation.
And always by my side,
the commentator that Brazilians love and deeply respect,
João Saldanha.
My dear friends,
today the national team must show they didn't fly to Mexico for a vacation.
They have come to prove that they are still the best team in the world.
They say our national team is stuck in the past
and that the Europeans have surpassed us.
This World Cup is our single best chance to prove
that we are still a powerhouse in the most beloved sport on the planet.
It is also a chance for our Brazilian nation to find its soul again.
But today, there is one name on everyone's lips here at Jalisco Stadium.
A man who carries Brazil's hope of making history on his shoulders,
as we try to bring the Jules Rimet Trophy home for good.
The King, Pelé.
Or have our hopes been misplaced, my friend?
Listen, comrade, a man who feeds on hope alone will go hungry.
Pelé is extraordinary, but legends don't score goals, your legs do.
I'm going to see Daddy on TV!
His legs are tired. They had 29 years of running.
That's right, honey!
In Pelé's tired legs
-lies the hope of an entire nation. -Come here.
Thank God they arrested the kidnapper.
GUERRILLA WHO THREATENED PELÉ ARRESTED
Feeling more at ease, Mr. Dondinho?
At ease? Not at all, honey, the World Cup is about to begin.
All right, my brave people, on to the second game of Brazil's group.
Yesterday the mighty English Lions beat Romania one nil.
Don't use too much glue, kid.
And what about England?
If England finishes first in our group
and we finish second, we'll play West Germany.
Then we'll be really screwed.
Jeez, calm down, man. Look at you! We haven't even played yet.
Yeah, well, if we don't win now, it's over.
The truth is, based on the last few friendlies, I don't know.
Today Pelé goes onto the pitch with more to prove than to celebrate.
Oh, I forgot my flag.
Popcorn!
Ooh!
Hey, get up, that's my special spot.
Turn it up, the game's about to start.
C'mon, Brazil!
Let's go!
Expectations are sky-high at Jalisco Stadium in Guadalajara.
The stage is set for the match to begin.
Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
The match will mark the start of the Canary Squad's march
toward a historic third world title!
All right, we gotta put up or shut up.
Get ready, the game is about to kick off.
The whistle blows!
-Pelé! -Come on, let's play!
The battle begins in Guadalajara.
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!
And here he comes, Rivellino, beautiful footwork on display.
He crosses, the ball passes behind Tostão, Pelé…
And he misses!
Come on, how could he miss?
Oh my God! How could you possibly miss a goal like that?
-Please… -Unbelievable!
It's criminal for a player of his caliber to miss that kinda goal.
Pelé is past his prime.
-Maybe he's nervous. -Nervous, he's nervous.
Brazil misses the opportunity…
That's better, Marlene.
Hang on, guys.
Come on, Mom. Hurry up.
Calm down, sweetheart, I don't work for NASA, all right?
-This is complicated. -Move it to the right.
-Left, left. -This way?
-To the right. -To the right now.
Here?
There! There, there, there!
Go, Brazil!
Let see who's starting.
Mommy, Daddy's on TV!
-Fall back! -Clodoaldo is open.
Gérson to Clodoaldo.
Oh, Clodoaldo loses the ball in a dangerous area!
Petráš moves like lightning into the Brazilian box.
Brito tries to close him down, but Petráš shoots…
Goal…
for Czechoslovakia.
-Jesus… -Don't let it get to you!
It's a mess out there. The team is completely falling apart.
We keep giving away chances in the danger zone, I mean…
If we continue like this, we're in for a rude awakening.
This is like '66.
Oh come on. The game just started, all right? Calm down! Damn!
One nil on the scoreboard.
The Brazilian fans are disappointed.
We can't let them score like that, damn it.
Chill out. It was my first mistake.
Don't forget our game plan! Calm down, boys!
Keep moving… Remember what we practiced!
From the sidelines,
Zagallo tries to give the team some guidance, but they still seem lost.
Guide them how? He's a buffoon.
No disrespect to clowns.
The situation's far from ideal.
Zagallo's team is off to a very bad start in Mexico.
Come on!
Have faith, guys!
-Focus! -Now is the time for a comeback.
-I'm open. -Carlos Alberto,
he passes the ball to Jairzinho.
They need to be aggressive.
Jairzinho carries the ball. It's stolen by the defender.
Don't go alone, Jair.
Riva's alone. Riva's alone.
-Everaldo! -Riva!
Here's Rivellino in the midfield,
he spins.
-There's a gap, he sees an opportunity… -Run, run, run.
He passes it…
Oh, right into the defenders.
We can't let them pass through here. We can't give them this space.
Here comes Gérson. He finds Tostão.
He advances down the left.
He's met by two defenders.
He loses the ball.
That Minas Gerais guy is awful.
You want me to warm Roberto up?
Not right now.
A throw-in to Pelé, he controls it with his chest.
He's got space, he's in the box.
There's a challenge, and he's down.
Pelé is past his prime now.
-Oh, for God's sake, lady, come on! -What? He is!
21 minutes into the game and it's still one-nil for Czechoslovakia.
Brazil must rouse themselves from their comfortable beds,
from the deep sleep that has marked the opening of this match.
Rough, isn't it?
That's putting it mildly.
I'll admit that I'm not at all surprised.
No, no, no…
-Oh my God. -These guys are killing me.
What a lifeless bunch. Look. For the love of God.
They're a bunch of tourists. They're not real fans.
Well, that's why Brazil's losing then.
Oh yeah?
Sit down? Oh honey, if you wanna sit down, watch it at home.
-This is Brazil, we stand and get loud! -Perdón… Perdón.
-I'm borrowing this. -You heard me! Get up!
-Everyone! Arriba, come on! -Since you weren't using it…
-Stand up, lady. -Hey, drummer guy,
-can I use your sticks? -Everybody on their feet, get up!
Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
Pelé's trying to change the momentum, he picks up speed
as he pushes into the final third.
Tostão!
Holy moly!
Nice, Pelé!
Brazil!
Pelé moves past a defender,
passes to Tostão!
Wow! Good God almighty!
He really sent that one into orbit.
Hey, Tostão! Hold up the ball!
You have to hold up the ball!
Hold it and wait for Pelé!
Hey, João, Tostão's head is still not in the game.
No, no, I'm sorry, Eusébio.
But the problem is not Tostão, it's Zagallo.
He put a playmaker out there as a center forward.
That's not a smart tactic, it's a waste.
Roberto! Get ready.
You're replacing Tostão.
Attention, my dear spectators!
Zagallo just sent Roberto Miranda to warm up.
It seems like his patience may have run out with Tostão.
If he takes Tostão out, my friend,
the World Cup's over before it even began.
It's been a pleasure. Adiós.
Here comes Clodoaldo. Passes the ball to Pelé.
Pelé spins!
Block him!
Tostão signals for the ball, one, two, and back to Pelé.
Pelé carries it, switches to his left foot.
Oh boy!
And he's down, ladies and gentlemen.
A foul signaled by Ramón Barreto!
A dangerous free kick at the edge of the box.
Ref! Hey!
This is the second time!
It's insane that Zagallo didn't believe Pelé and Tostão could play together…
But there you go. What a play.
Tostão set it up and put it on a platter for Pelé.
That's what I'm saying all the time. Just let stars be stars.
Gérson's near the ball.
He says something to Pelé. Is he taking the shot?
-Come here, bro. Better for Riva. -Come on, Pelé. Let's go.
It's a promising free kick for Brazil.
Pelé is in position.
Rivellino on the other side.
Jairzinho is trying to block the goalkeeper's view
by standing in front of the wall.
-You sure? -Absolutely.
Okay, I'll join the wall.
The entire nation holds its breath.
C'mon!
The referee is about to signal for the shot.
Let's go, Dico. Come on.
He blows the whistle.
Goal!
-Rivellino! -That's right, boys! Let's go!
Fuck yeah!
Yeah, Brazil! Brazil!
Pelé trusted Rivellino.
The net still shakes from Riva's atomic kick.
It's now even on the scoreboard in Guadalajara.
The stadium erupts as the whole squad celebrates!
Brazil! Brazil, Brazil! Brazil!
What happened, Pops? What happened?
You stopped watching and Brazil scored, son.
Really? Then I better not watch so Brazil can win.
It's better for Brazil.
This is the first goal for Brazil in the 1970 World Cup in Mexico.
Czechoslovakia now has possession of the ball.
A beautiful slide tackle by Clodoaldo.
Pelé possesses the ball.
Pelé looks at the Czech goal…
That's a long shot, Pelé.
Pelé shoots!
And he misses!
Insane.
Pops, I looked.
I promise I won't look again.
Listen, if that ball had gone in, my friends,
the whole stadium should leave and pay their admission twice over.
What a bold move!
-This is the Pelé that all of Brazil… -He looks happy, doesn't he?
…the entire world want to see.
The score remains one-one.
And now that the team is into the spirit of this World Cup,
let's see if Zagallo's tactics can lead us to victory.
Let's go, boys! Focus on tactics!
Just maintain your position!
These guys play tight, rigid, they're locked down.
We gotta pull them out of position, throw off their defense.
Which is why I want mobility.
I want intensity.
In the midfield, plays have to go through Gérson, our maestro.
Okay!
Tostão, you infiltrate, hold up the play, and drag your mark.
That way, you open up space.
Jairzinho, you attack on the wing, draw out the left back,
and then the center back is alone.
As we know, one guy is not enough to mark Pelé.
Here goes Gérson,
trying to give Brazil the lead.
He launches a pass into the box.
Pelé controls it…
And he scores!
Goal!
Pelé!
Pelé finds the back of the net!
A truly masterful pass from Gérson!
-And an impeccable shot from Pelé! -Pelé! Pelé!
And that's why he's the king of football.
Brazil, two. Czechoslovakia only has one!
Always remember our tactics, guys!
Stay alert, because they will keep trying to close down Pelé.
Pelé! Just like that.
But it won't work, because as they close down one side,
they'll open up space for other players.
After all, this team is full of stars.
Gérson launches it!
Great pass to Jairzinho!
He chips it over the goalie's head!
There goes Jairzinho, that's gonna be a goal, it's a goal!
Yeah! Fuck yeah!
Come on, Brazil! Come on! Come on!
Brazil! Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
What a goal for Brazil!
-It's just the beginning, brother! -Come on!
It's just the beginning!
Three to one!
Another impeccable pass by Gérson, the Golden Lefty.
You see, son? It worked!
Completely different in the second half, at Jalisco Stadium in Guadalajara.
cheering]
Okay, great, cross, cross it!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Goal!
Brazil! Brazil, Brazil, three, and now four for Brazil.
Another cannonball from Jairzinho!
You're on fire, kid!
Brazil, four goals to Czechoslovakia's one!
Now that is the Brazil we all know and love.
Those folks who claimed that Zagallo's tactics in football
were cowardly and defensive
will have to eat their words, huh, Saldanha?
Come on, I mean, the boys are doing their job.
Czechoslovakia is not some two-headed monster.
Thank God they're still trying.
The Czechoslovakian team tries to respond, but Brazil…
Brazil is dominating the field!
Gérson fights for the ball.
But, oh no… It looks like Gérson's
-holding his thigh and limping. -Yeah.
He felt that!
This is what I've been saying.
I said it would come to this.
All that excessive running during training can cause the players to get
injured down the road.
Now Gérson, who has a history of injuries, is hurt.
I like being right, but this time I wish I was wrong.
Warm up, Paulo Cézar.
Get ready, go, go, go, go.
-Gérson, you okay? -No, Tostão.
Is it bad?
Listen, my friend, thank the Lord we have substitutions now.
Or we'd be down one.
All of Brazil is worried about Gérson.
Hey man. Take care, all right?
My goodness, it almost brings to mind
Pelé playing through injury in that fateful match against Portugal
at the last World Cup.
-What happened? -Just started hurting.
-Easy now. -I pulled it.
Dr. Lídio.
Without their star player, Gérson,
Brazil still rises to meet the occasion.
We are now waiting with bated breath for the end of added time.
Brazil is seconds away from its first victory in the World Cup in Mexico!
I can't stay out, man.
You'll be back.
And that's the whistle from the Uruguayan ref, Ramón Barreto,
officially declaring the end of the match!
This 4-1 win is in the past, old news.
Now we'll have to see how the team performs against England.
It would already be difficult with the full team,
but without Gérson,
it's gonna be rocky.
Yeah!
You killed it out there, man.
I can smell that trophy!
Put it there! Hell yeah!
Sit down, sit down. Easy. Don't push it.
That's right, go easy on it.
What'd you think, Doc? Can he recover for the next one?
That's unlikely. It's probably muscular.
-It's one day at a time now. -Right.
Please, let me play, Doctor. I need to do this.
Calm down, Gérson. We have to think about the rest of the Cup.
Zagallo, if England defeats us, then our Cup is over.
I don't wanna have to go home early.
We're not going home, Gérson. We're not.
Doctor, let's speed up this recovery as much as possible.
Parreira, help us figure something out in the meantime.
-Mário… do your best, please. -Gérson will do everything he can.
Well, congratulations are in order. For all of you.
But it's important to remain grounded, because this was the first battle.
We've got five to go.
And the next one is even tougher.
We'll face the current world champions.
And even tougher still…
because we will not have Gérson.
And until we get our maestro back,
everybody will have to work twice as much.
Am I clear? Twice as much!
Getting here wasn't easy.
You know that.
I know my place in this team. I know.
But I also know how each of you fit in.
Every one of you.
I think sometimes about how four years ago…
…I was all broken and burnt out.
Hitting rock bottom.
This time we're gonna write our names in history.
The Cup has just begun.
And we won't go home until it's over. Hell yeah!
-With the damn trophy, boys. -Let's go!
Mm-hmm.
-That right? -Yeah!
That right, boys?
Let's fucking go!
Hey, guys. Hey, listen to me. I wanna say something, lemme talk.
Pay attention, listen to me.
We're gonna play those English idiots
and we're gonna set their goddamn asses on fire!
Let's go, goddammit! Let's go!
I didn't come here for nothing, motherfuckers! I came here for Brazil!
Yeah, circle up. Circle up.
Bring it in, boys!
One, two, three, Brazil! p.