Sorry, excuse me.
This match is a contest of grace against brute strength:
Brazil against England.
What?
Oh man, we're gonna crush you!
Let's go, honey.
The reigning world champions,
the country that gave birth to the game,
against the two-time champions
and the county that has embraced the sport like no other.
You gotta show some respect. You gotta show some respect. It's Brazil!
Many are calling this the final before the final.
The English team is betting on their star player, Bobby Charlton,
who will attempt to dethrone King Pelé.
What do you think? You got something to add to that, Saldanha?
Well, look, Charlton doesn't have Pelé's elegance out on the pitch.
But if beauty and grace won games,
they'd recruit from pageants.
Today is gonna be a brawl.
Especially without Gérson.
PC.
PC! Hey, PC.
-What's up? -Look,
don't let them get to you, understand?
-Don't let them get to you. -No, I won't.
Today's your chance to make those Brit's lives a living hell.
Don't hold back! Fucking go for it.
-Damn right, damn right. -Come on, PC.
-Just do what you do best. -Guys!
-Let's go. -Gather round, I wanna go over things.
Come here.
They're playing with four defenders,
two midfielders and one sweeper.
So that means there's seven staying back.
Seven guys marking you and they're gonna be physical.
They're gonna attempt to crowd the midfield.
So how do we counter that?
What if we took the game to the wings?
Bingo. That's it.
We're gonna dominate by controlling the wings,
and they'll be forced to rearrange their defense to mark us.
And then what? We'll open up the other side.
Jair, that's the path that'll lead you to the goal.
Really use the corridor on the right.
Paulo Cézar is gonna be fundamental here,
because we'll have an extra man on the left when Rivellino comes up
to exchange passes.
Understood?
Right, come on, let's bring it home, boys!
Pelé, Pelé.
You know you have a target on your back, right?
-Yeah, no shit, Zé. I'm fine. -Okay, well, don't take their bait.
All right? Remember,
everything you do reflects back on the rest of the team.
-Gentlemen! -I got you.
Can I please have a moment of your time?
The President has very high expectations for this team.
He's invested a lot in all of you,
and today you get to show him you're grateful
by defeating the world champions.
We're counting on you all.
Right, time to go, boys.
You know what to do out there.
Let's leave everything out on the pitch.
Let's play with heart. This is Brazil, goddammit.
-Let's go get 'em, let's go get 'em! -Give them hell!
The Brazilians are struggling with Gerson's absence,
and the English are struggling with the Mexican heat.
The tension is palpable, folks.
Hey, turn up the volume.
The atmosphere is so thick you can almost reach out and touch it.
And in this punishing heat here in Guadalajara,
we're only moments away from the kickoff!
Let's win! Let's go!
And here we go!
The whistle is blown by the referee Abraham Klein,
signaling the start of the iconic matchup,
Brazil and England.
Come on, kick the ball!
England maintains possession of the ball.
Gérson's sub, Paulo Cézar, presses England.
Clodoaldo tackles the ball away.
but England recovers it.
Mullery passes into a dangerous area,
and Peters shoots…
…and England almost scores their first goal!
Nice save, Félix!
Come on, team, we've got this!
-Let's go, Brazil! -Don't let them shoot!
-Yes, PC. Let's go! -Nice job, bro!
Nicolau. Come on. Kiss it.
Ten minutes, really?
This game should be on fire by now.
-They need to be more aggressive. -Hey, trust the formation!
Trust it!
You know, I hate to say it,
but England has certainly started out as the stronger team.
They've had more possession, more opportunities,
they've set the tempo so far.
Shouldn't Brazil be trying to match the Brits' intensity, João?
I don't know if that's a good idea. It's 40 degrees Celsius in Guadalajara.
If they don't pace themselves,
they'll be gassed before the halftime whistle blows.
The Jalisco heat is devastating.
It is affecting each and every person here at the stadium.
Carlos Alberto with the ball.
The captain passes to Jairzinho.
There goes the Hurricane!
He's into the penalty area and…
By golly, Gordon Banks saves the ball!
Sensational!
What we just witnessed at Jalisco Stadium
was supernatural!
Eusébio, if there's someone from the Vatican here,
they should be canonizing that guy, because, to me, that was a damn miracle.
-How the hell did he catch that? -Demoralizing, man.
Don't let it get you down!
-Come on, King! -Everybody stay with it now!
Keep at it, Pelé!
-Come on, Jair! Keep going! -Come on, team!!
I don't know but I don't think there's a single atheist left in this stadium.
Well…
-maybe let's not get ahead of ourselves. -Okay, fine.
I'd say the football gods have almost definitely been at work here today.
Watch out, Brazil. England is on the attack.
A pass from the right wing, straight into the box, a header…
Oh! Félix deflects it!
Excellent save from Felix.
One miracle after another, folks!
Oh boy, Felix is down and it looks like he's hurt.
Mommy… Mommy, they killed Daddy!
No baby. He's fine, he'll be fine.
Look at how brave he is, he got the ball. He's okay, he's okay.
This is the kind of thing that demands a firm response from Brazil.
Otherwise, the English will think it's open season.
Come on, come on. Let him take care of him.
Slowly. Hold his neck.
Hey, Félix.
-What's your name? -Huh…
-Hey, kid. -I can see you, Doctor. Félix.
Good. Good. Do you feel any pain back here?
No.
That was one hell of a blow, but I think you're gonna be fine.
-Lemme get up. -Easy.
Seems as though the Brazilian goalkeeper is doing better.
He's getting back on his feet
after that absolutely brutal foul…
…committed by Francis Lee.
Come on, I wanna play.
-Thatta boy, Felix. -You got this.
I'll get that piece of shit.
Whoa, whoa, calm down.
You can't get booked. That's what they want.
Bro don't do it. Leave it to me.
Okay? Leave it to me.
It's worth noting that as a result of that mess,
the English striker has received a yellow card.
It's the first World Cup where cards have been employed.
Félix passes to PC on the left.
He dribbles, passes the ball… but the English team intercepts.
England has possession.
Come on, Lee.
Lee advances through the Brazilian midfield.
Get him.
He does a stutter step, Carlos Alberto…
Whoa! A nasty collision!
-It looks like Carlos Alberto retaliated… -Sorry, he was in my way.
-…against Lee! -No, no, no. Eusébio…
That's part of the game.
Football is a contact sport.
Come on, they collided, he fell. Life goes on.
Yeah, well, that's not how referee Abraham Klein saw it.
He called a foul, but no card.
Our captain had more luck than sense.
Bastard.
Come down here!
Come on! Go!
We can't beat this team, man. They're good at everything.
Strength, technique, tactics…
Hey, Nicolau, you know what'd be great?
If you could finally shut the fuck up.
The score remains nil-nil,
and we are ten minutes into a very competitive second half
here at Jalisco Stadium in Guadalajara.
Saldanha, I think Tostão's movement off the ball has been good, right?
Look, Eusébio…
Being an attacker without the ball
is like going to a party and dancing with your sister. It's no fun.
Especially for a talent like Tostão.
Complete waste.
He shouldn't be in that position.
Rivellino advances.
Lock it down!
He feints, sees an opening and…
Gordon Banks saves Rivellino's screamer!
He's playing like he's alone, dammit.
Move around! Move around! Open up!
You gotta spread out!
We have one tough game on our hands.
Can Zagallo reach into his hat and pull out any last tricks?
Nobody said it would be a cakewalk.
Here comes Carlos Alberto on the counterattack.
Passes to Tostão in the middle.
Tostão turns around, shoots…
The ball's deflected off the defense.
Tostão chases after it.
Open up the corridor, it's gotta be wide open!
Paulo Cézar is well positioned.
He returns the ball to Tostão.
Brazil is pressing.
Look at Tostão! What a beautiful move!
Another one!
Brilliant! Tostão crosses.
Pelé passes to Jairzinho.
There it is! There it is!
Yeah!
Goal!
A sensational goal by Jairzinho!
Yeah!
That gives Brazil the advantage!
Jairzinho buried that goal in the back of the net!
I mean, that was a spectacular play by Tostão.
Truly masterful work.
And you know Jairzinho never goes a game without scoring at least one goal.
-Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, Brazil! -I love you! I love you!
Brazil! Brazil! Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
Yeah, baby!
All right, all right, you tricksters,
join me for a little music
that's bound to break some hearts.
We'll get another one.
Oh, sí, I'm happy to.
Film Simonal! He's the star.
Thanks for the support, brother.
-What d'you mean? -Well…
I don't know.
Winning a World Cup would just be a dream come true.
Especially with you by my side, man…
-That would-- -Easy, PC.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
-You're anxious, aren't ya, PC? -No, I'm not.
Feels like we're tight, we're a family.
Look at this.
This is priceless!
Come on, everybody, let's give it up
for the most spirited squad on the planet!
Brazil!
Now with a little more "winners mindset."
Three, two, one.
Brazil!
That's what I like to hear.
Give us a big smile, Pelé!
Now that's the image that Brazil needs.
"NO ONE CAN STOP THIS COUNTRY"
END THE COUP NEW CONSTITUTION NOW
COLORADO RQ THE TV OF THE BRAZILIAN FANS
PELÉ AND TEAM FACE ROMANIA
BRAZIL V ROMANIA
-No way we win this. -Shh!
Don't jinx it, you dumbass!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Brazil has qualified for the quarterfinals
and now faces Peru, coached by Didi, former player and idol of the Brazil--
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming
to report the abduction of the West German ambassador,
Ehrenfried von Holleben.
The communist group responsible for the kidnapping
is demanding the release of political prisoners
held by the government in exchange for the ambassador.
WANTED TERRORISTS
DOWN WITH DICTATORSHIP POWER TO THE PEOPLE
DOWN WITH THE DICTATORSHIP POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, just drop it and go.
Hold it right there.
Stop.
Hands on your head.
We didn't do anything.
Yeah, we really didn't.
That's for me to decide.
Hello?
Oh, João…
Some soldiers stopped me on the street.
They're turning Rio completely upside down because of this kidnapping.
God, I shouldn't even be talking to you about this on the phone.
Look, if they're listening, let 'em.
They already know none of us support this kind of aggressive action.
I know, but whether we support it or not, this whole thing's blowing back on us.
All hell's breaking loose,
and Pelé's letting them use his face for propaganda.
I'm with you, it's bullshit. Ridiculous.
No. No, you're not with me.
You're not with me, you're in Mexico.
What are you going to do from there?
A statement, that's all.
A statement?
About the West German ambassador being abducted in Brazil.
Havelange, what do I have to say about any of that?
Pelé, it's not that big a deal.
You yourself experienced a kidnapping threat.
It wouldn't hurt to come forward and show solidarity.
Talk to the President.
He'll explain it better.
Hello?
Look alive! Hey!
Come on, come on, come on. Hustle, guys, hustle!
-That's it! That's it! That's it! Good! -Quick! Quick! Quick!
Hey, I'll be right back.
Hey!
Why the long face?
Are we playing that badly?
You're doing fine, the problem is…
the rest of it.
Can't last forever.
Brazil!
We've got a long, dark winter ahead.
What happened, João?
Brazil!
They messed with my family.
They messed with my girls, Tostão.
We really are helpless, huh?
Not while I'm still breathing.
Let's go!
Peru had an open formation in their last match.
Yeah, I mean, Didi is Brazilian, so he likes a beautiful game. But, eh…
I don't think he's gonna be taking any chances with us.
I don't know.
Cubillas has got moves.
He's a real handful, and I think Didi'll bet on it.
You think they're gonna play offensively?
I'm not sure. It's just a hunch.
But since you know Didi, maybe you could feel him out somehow?
Discreetly, you know, just talk to him, keep it casual.
Still trying to dig up dirt, kid?
Always, man.
There's a hot topic everyone wants to hear about.
What?
My dismissal.
Gossip's never been your style.
Hmm. In this case, it's more like self-gossip.
Which is a whole different thing.
You get the scoop,
I speak my mind, and everybody wins.
How 'bout it?
Can we do it today?
The courier's gonna pick up my stuff tomorrow,
and I'll get you on the air pronto.
Well, let's go then.
Hey I gotta go do something, see you later. Watch our stuff.
Okay.
Look who finally showed up!
Playing hooky, huh?
Nah, I was talking to the President.
Oh! The President!
Fancy!
They kidnapped the German ambassador in Brazil and…
the President asked us for a statement to show our support.
Support for the military?
Well, no, I think it's more like speaking out against the kidnapping.
Don't be naive, Pelé.
Whatever we say will come off
-as though the whole team… -Pelé,
I'll say whatever you want us to say, man, I trust you.
No, no, no, wait, wait. Not me.
I won't.
Go on, Tostão.
Anything we say will give the impression we support the regime.
Some really bad things are happening, Pelé.
Innocent people are being persecuted.
Censored.
Tortured.
Right, but
what do I have to do with any of that?
They're setting favelas on fire.
People are being evicted by force.
Do we really wanna associate our names with that?
I agree with PC, man.
I mean, I think we really have to understand
exactly what we're getting ourselves into,
because once we're in it, there's no coming back.
Yeah, people like us gotta be real careful.
We gotta be smarter, man.
PC, they kidnapped an innocent guy.
They want us to condemn it. That's all.
-That's not all. -No one's defending the kidnapping.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
This World Cup's put a spotlight on you.
There's no one bigger than Pelé in sports.
No one. You're the King.
You are the King!
That's why they want your statement.
Listen,
speaking for Brazil is speaking for our people.
Not for those guys.
What is this? We having a party?
'Cause last I checked, we had a quarterfinal to win.
-Let's get back to it. -Let's practice!
-No more distractions. -I'm grabbing water.
Let's go, Tostão! Let's go!
Come on, Clodoaldo.
Look alive.
SALDANHA INTERVIEW MEXICO 1970
João, this could be a career changer for me.
Hope it changes more than that.
Roll, Pascal.
Interview with João Saldanha,
also known as João the Fearless.
Mexico, 1970.
João Saldanha.
You've declared yourself a member of the communist party.
Nevertheless, you accepted the job of head coach of the Brazilian National Team
during a period of military rule.
-Why? -Why?
To defend Brazilian football's most essential asset:
the players.
And because our team, like our country's politics,
was completely demoralized then.
No one had faith in them and no one wanted to coach them.
And… I had a vision of how I wanted to improve upon things.
At least that's what I thought.
So I took the job.
But I took it knowing full well that I'd have to really wade through the mud.
It's a snake pit run by officials who are cowardly, cynical…
who hate football and say "amen" to anyone who throws them a scrap.
And who's giving them those scraps, Saldanha?
The men who run things.
Don't you know?
Better 100,000 in the stands than 100,000 in the street.
Isn't that what they always say?
But here I am as living proof
that filling up a stadium doesn't stop anyone from fighting.
Quite the opposite.
I've never censored myself.
And the people who chose me knew damn well what I stand for.
They just wanted to shut me up, but they couldn't…
So here we are.
What about you?
Didn't you know what the people who chose you were like?
I already told you I did.
I know exactly how they act.
"La, la-di, da, da-di, da…"
"Onward, Brazil!" And the batons start swinging.
My fight has always been to make sure those murderers don't use our team
as a smokescreen for the atrocities they're committing left and right.
Now tell me, even though you've lost this fight,
this, uh… this supposed fight that you're talking about,
-do you still root for Brazil? -Wait a minute, wait a minute.
In the first place, just to be clear, I've lost absolutely nothing.
I'm still in the fight, and life goes on.
And second, of course I want Brazil to win.
You already know that. Your questions are redundant.
I've always believed in our people and our country.
The Brazilian people can't be allowed to think
that victory is achieved thanks to those in charge.
We win in spite of them.
-Saldanha-- -Thank you very much.
Wow, honey, the quarterfinals, huh?
There's some great matchups.
-Fucking unbelievable. Holy shit. Hang on. -It is. Lemme check that--
-Here… -What a mess.
-There's a lotta stuff in here. -You shove everything in.
-Oh, here it is. Here it is. -Look.
-Soviet Union and Uruguay. -Mmm. Mmm.
-Italy and Mexico. -Mmm.
-Mmm! -And Peru too.
Look I'm gonna be honest with you, okay?
-I'd rather not watch that one. -What?!
How am I supposed to root against Didi, babe? He's legendary!
-So what? -Champion in '58 and '62.
I get chest pains thinking about it.
I don't care. He's the one who chose to coach Peru, I'm sorry…
-I guess. -Yeah. Think about it.
At the very least, he'll lose as a coach,
but he'll win as a Brazilian.
Hey… Hm?
Do we still have water?
-No, we're out. Too spicy? -Fuck…
It's super spicy, not a little spicy.
-Crazy spicy. -I thought you asked…
I did, I asked, "Is it spicy?"
-He said, "Not spicy." -Yeah. He said it wasn't.
But it's always spicy.
I know. God, what a mess, honey, this is why--
Your bag's a mess too!
-What? My bag's tiny, not messy. -If I give you a paper, it disappears.
Honey, honey! The-the table, careful.
Huh? Uh, yep.
-There. There. -There.
-Uh-huh. -I was about to make a mistake…
-If it weren't for me. -I'm nothing without you.
-Yeah, that's true. -I'm nothing.
-Put this in there. You'll lose it again. -Look. It's in here safe and sound.
You were a bit all over the place in that game against Romania.
Are you playing open or not?
Whoa, slow down, buddy.
I'm not gonna give my strategy away.
Meh.
You know I miss the days when you were my bench warmer.
You're gettin' fresh with me now.
Having to face Brazil is awful, man.
Yeah, it's awful. I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes either.
Oh, I actually meant it's awful for you guys.
Peru's gonna win this World Cup.
Yeah, good one, Didi.
-Buenas noches. -Buenas noches.
-Dos birria, dos suadero. -Claro.
-Remember how things were back in '58? -Of course.
All we wanted was to make up for that horrific match against Uruguay in 1950.
-Yeah. Our pride was on the line. -Yeah.
-Por favor. Dos suadero. -Gracias.
-Dos birria. -Gracias.
De nada.
You see, my team feels the same way now.
You're talking about the earthquake, right?
Fifty thousand people dead.
A tragedy.
We even considered not coming to Mexico.
But deep down they knew that
their mission was to bring joy to the people of Peru.
They united over that.
The situation in Brazil is also complicated.
But none of it's got anything to do with football.
For us, it does.
And just so you know,
we're gonna go after that Cup like never before.
You're playing open.
You'll find out whether we're playing forward or defensive
when we meet on the field.
-But does that really matter? -Yeah.
Lefty. What'd I tell you?
The guy's better at cards than football.
Hey, fellas, who's up for a little jam session?
Simonal is coming too.
-Sorry, not now, Pelé. -Mm…
I'm teaching these guys a little lesson.
What's wrong, Riva, scared?
You talk to the President yet, big guy?
Not yet, PC.
Yeah well, you really should.
If they wanna protect the Germans, they've also gotta protect the Brazilians.
The poor, the Black men,
and the Black women.
Am I right?
Yeah, I'm thinking about it.
I know you'll do the right thing, brother.
Ah, I know this one.
Go ahead. Play it then.
Okay, okay, Simonal, slow down.
Hey, you've gotta be crafty, King.
You're something else.
Simonal…
You notice how many soldiers there are around here?
Well, didn't someone threaten to kidnap you a few days ago?
They've gotta protect their precious cargo.
Yo, but wouldn't that make us owe them something later?
It's fine, you just give 'em some swing…
and sympathy.
And goals, in your case.
We already do that, King.
I don't know, Simonal.
They're always wanting me to, uh,
talk about this and that.
-I don't want to upset anyone. -Hmm?
Some friends are pulling me one way…
the President's pulling me the other.
Whoa, whoa, the President?
Now, that's some heavy shit.
-I know. -Listen, man.
You know that no matter which way we turn,
we'll still be blacker than the darkest night.
And those of us who lack rhythm might as well be food for worms.
So, young man, what do you say? Do you have a statement for us?
Mr. President,
The team's only wish is that nobody gets hurt.
And we're here to play football
and bring this World Cup to the Brazilians, you know?
Is that all?
I mean, do you need more?
Okay, then.
If that's what you can give us, we'll handle the rest.
Thank you.
Finish your homework first, and then you can go hang out with Fernanda.
-Okay, Mom. -And then we can…
Hello?
Hey, peanut!
Put your mom on the phone. I have good news.
Someone broke into our house. Everything's a mess.
-Everything is on the floor! -Let me talk. Go sit down.
What's going on? What happened?
We had visitors.
But I don't think I, uh…
I don't think we should be on the phone right now.
Are you guys okay?
Everything's under control.
No, it's not.
I'm gonna show Brazil who those bastards really are.
The shit's about to hit the fan soon.
No, don't do that, João!
I'm exposed enough already.
Listen to me, please.
Think twice before calling me.
Oh…
-How you doing? -Good.
This one here is for Mexico City.
This one, Rio de Janeiro.
-Mexico City, Rio de Janeiro. -That's right.
-Hey. All right so, Mexico City… -Yep.
This is for today.
Sure, no problem. Which one's Mexico?
Um…
Careful with the reels, man.
-Hey. -Is this all of it?
I'm gonna need to take this.
Wait. Stop, stop, stop, stop! Let's talk about this, please.
This interview will change Brazil, it will change my life.
-For God's sake. -Bigger things at stake, kid.
Outta the way.
-João the Coward! You fucking fraud! -Ah, quit being a brat!
You still have a long road ahead.
From now on you should call him João the Spineless.
Okay? João the Spineless.
Fucking coward!
I'm gonna score two goals, one of them after I round the goalie. Wanna bet?
-Let's bet, man. -You and your fucking bets, man.
Oh, so next dinner on you?
The Ministry of the Army has released a statement about the kidnapping.
Go ahead, read it.
"Our football stars regret that bad Brazilians,
criminals and traitors to the homeland
associated with communist countries
would break the tranquility and enthusiasm of the National Team."
No, no, no, wait up. Those are not my words.
That makes it look like the whole team's in support of that.
Who gives a crap man? Tomorrow, this newspaper
will be used to wrap fish.
The damage has been done.
Pelé, I warned you. You were naive.
He-he wasn't naive, Tostão.
He was used.
It's obvious.
So what they say is true then. You really are just a…
A yes-sir Negro.
-Whoa, why would you say that? -What'd you say, PC?
-Calm down. -Why?
I didn't ask to be in the middle of this.
You have a megaphone pointed at the world
and you can't figure out what to do with that?
-I do what I can, PC. -You do? For the people?
-That's not fair-- -What've you said for the people?
What's all this fuss about? What the hell is going on over here?
Is this about the statement?
There's a huge match soon against Peru.
You do remember that whoever loses today goes home, right?
And I am not going home yet.
The only subject allowed in here is the World Cup. Nothing else.
Let's go.
Enough.
It's over. The bus is here. Grab your bags and pack up, okay?
-Enough. -Let it go.
Let's get outta here, Paulo Cézar.
I shouldn't have said anything.
If we end up losing, it'll be my fault.
Tostão, stop it. We're not gonna not lose.
We're gonna not… win.
I mean, we're going to win. We're not going to lose.
We're not gonna lose.
-Hey. Zagallo? -Uh, hey.
-Sorry, did I interrupt? -It's okay. Go ahead.
-You benched me again. -Mm-hmm.
Uh… I wanted to know if it's because of what I said to Pelé earlier?
No. No, PC. Of course not.
I need a midfielder who dictates the play. And that guy's Gérson, always has been.
-Now he's back. -Right, yeah…
-Nothing to do with politics, okay? -Yeah, yeah.
-It's tactics. That's all. -I get it.
-Thank you. -Yep.
And, hey…
Pelé didn't do anything wrong.
GATE 6 ACCESS TO BOX SEATS
-Tickets. -Brazil!
Thank you. Sorry. Excuse me.
-Honey. Hi, how are you? -Hello, where are your tickets?
-I'm good, how are you? -Sorry, just hold on, just a sec.
Where are you visiting from?
-Hold on. I'm getting them. -The tickets. Hurry.
-Where are they? -Stop playing around.
My husband's a big jokester. He likes to, you know…
No, I'm serious.
-Brazilians? -Brazilians, sí.
How are you?
Come on! Move!
No, no… He's looking for them. Hold on.
I swear to God, they were right here, right here. You don't have them?
I am dead serious.
You need your tickets. I can't let you through.
-For the love of God. We had tickets… -We have tickets, lady.
I swear, but my husband is un poquito…
-not well, no bien. He lost the tickets. -You blame me? The backpack's ours.
Mochilita nuestra.
Yes, it's ours, it was… We bought them, so we have the tickets.
You can look for them over there. When you find them, I'll let you in.
-Just wait. -Just a second.
Look for them! Let's go! Yeah.
-I'll take that. We have tickets. -Hold this.
We came all the way from Brazil.
Yes. I understand, but without tickets, you can't come in.
You can't stay here. Look for them, and when you find them, come back.
Okay?
Oh, obviously!
-Of course you forgot! -When have I ever forgotten anything?
-When? -In my life. Tell me.
Sir, sir.
Of course this would happen.
Was it so hard for you to ask me? To just double-check and say…
I shouldn't have to double-check.
You were in charge of the backpack.
Stay with us, folks, because in just a few short moments,
we'll have the kickoff for Brazil vs. Peru
as they fight for a spot in the semifinals.
And remember, starting today, whoever loses will be out for good.
Hey, PC.
Hey, wait up.
-Come on, let's talk. -So talk.
-We're in the World Cup. I want us to be-- -I grew up watching you play, you know?
You were always my… my greatest idol.
That's why, man.
I expected more from you, that's all.
I expected more from you.
Let's go, PC, let's go, PC, let's go.
You okay, King?
I'm totally fine.
-Head in the game. Come on. -Yeah, man, we got this, let's go.
IN MEMORY OF OUR BROTHERS
FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS
As Peru steps onto the pitch today, we should remind our listeners
that the black ribbons on their shirts
are a tribute to the victims of the devastating Ancash earthquake
that struck their country earlier this year.
And there'll be no shortage of emotion today,
because leading the opposition is one of our own idols.
Two-time world champion in '58 and '62,
master of the "Falling Leaf" free kick, Didi!
What are your expectations for today, João Saldanha?
My dear Brazilians.
We have a difficult match in front of us today.
We face a Peruvian side that's brave and skilled.
They prefer to play offensively,
and Didi is very familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of Brazil.
That's the whistle, and we're off!
-There, look. -Let's go.
-Excuse me, perdón. Sorry, perdón, sorry. -Excuse me, sorry.
-Gracias. Perdón! -Permiso, excuse me.
-Perdón! -Gracias! Thanks.
Oh no, no…
-D'you think we can ask them? -Hmm, what?
Ask 'em to play our match.
-Me? -Just do it.
-Vamos, si, eso. -Do it.
Uh…
Would you mind if we put Brazil
en la television? Huh? What do you say?
We're in Mexico.
In Mexico, only the games with Mexico
-are going to be broadcast. -No, no…
Un momento, straight talk, vamos, man to man.
Just for un poquito.
-Come on, man, you can't deny me that… -On TV, solo México.
Oh, no, no…
-Hi. Viva México, right? -Okay…
See if this works…
Close call for Brazil, seconds after kick-off.
Nice, Félix!
All right, boys, let's reset, let's reset!
Here comes Brazil.
Jairzinho moving up the wing.
He passes the ball to Pelé.
Nice!
And a foul is signaled
by referee Vital Loraux.
He's correctly called a free kick for Brazil.
You wanna shoot?
You should do it, Riva.
Go with me.
I'll fake it.
Brazil prepares for the free kick.
Pelé's in position.
-He's gonna bend it. -Left!
Pelé runs forward… but it's Rivellino! He shoots…
It's off the wall.
This has been a fairly even start to the game here at Jalisco Stadium.
That's a throw-in for Brazil. Jairzinho steps up to take it.
-We have to get into this match. -I know, Tostão, I know!
-Send it to me in the box. -Okay, go.
-Go, go. -Into the box, into the box!
On the sideline,
Jair throws in to Pelé.
-Let's go! -Tostão's in the box…
Pelé shifts it onto his left foot, tries to cross it, but it's no good.
Tostão collects it off the defender… Rivellino charges in and shoots!
And it's in!
Goal…
Fuck yeah!
We're not going home today guys!
Nice!
Getting that opening goal matters,
but the game's still end to end.
He slips it to Tostão. Tostão dribbles into the box,
makes a bit of space…
Goal for Brazil!
-We scored again! -Another goal?
That's what I'm talking about!
Goal!
Two nil for Brazil, but the Peruvian team's not giving up yet.
Get tighter. Tighten up!
He gets past the Brazilian captain.
It's a tough angle, but he goes for it, and it's a goal!
Peru has gotten one back after a mistake by Félix.
FOR OUR BROTHERS THAT DIED IN THE YUNGAY EARTHQUAKE
Look, the truth is,
Didi brought his team together at a time when the country is hurting.
It's masterful leadership.
World champion kinda stuff.
He's our great Ethiopian Prince.
Nice.
Keep your heads, we're not done.
Not yet.
We're ahead on the scoreboard, but nothing's decided yet.
Should be clear by now that Peru's team is different.
But when I say different, I don't mean technically or tactically,
-because we're better. -Damn right.
I'm talking about how my friend Didi and his players strive to play…
as one.
If we don't walk back out there united, they'll take this match from us.
So that's how I want you to think.
As a team.
Everybody here is different, thinks differently.
But out on the pitch, everybody becomes one.
That's what football teaches us.
So in the second half, show me you can play as a team!
One for all,
and all for 90 million Brazilians!
Let's go!
PC.
Listen, PC. If you don't wanna talk, that's fine, I will.
I grew up watching my parents struggle to support our family.
Now I hear all these people calling me king.
It's nice,
but it's lonely as hell.
Everything I say gets twisted.
I got no control over what people say about me.
-No, but that's why I think you have to-- -No, I know what I represent, PC. I know.
But I should only be seen as a role model on the pitch.
On the pitch.
If that's not enough for you…
it's all Pelé's got to offer.
Yeah, King, that's it.
Paulo Cézar. Paulo Cézar!
-You're going in, get up. Come on. -Oh!
Let's go, let's go, PC!
-Go, PC. Lose your mark. -Here, Clodoaldo!
Here comes Pelé, working with Paulo Cézar,
who was a sub here in the second half.
Oh!
The Belgian referee, Vital Loraux, blows the whistle.
On your feet, big guy.
Let's finish this.
Wanna take this one?
Feels more your range, doesn't it?
You sure?
I'll run over it, you strike.
-Okay. -You go, you go.
It's a free kick, folks. Who's gonna take it?
Paulo Cézar or Pelé?
They run together.
Pelé shoots and…
Saved!
Pelé and Paulo Cézar with a stunning effort,
-what a brilliant attempt, Saldanha. -This kid, Paulo Cézar,
has made another great impression today.
He's giving the Peruvian defense a real run for their money.
I like what I see.
So close to another goal here in Guadalajara.
I got it, PC! Stay with him.
Pelé.
He steals the ball, passes to Tostão in the midfield.
Tostão advances.
Tostão!
He plays it off to Jairzinho.
Here comes Rivellino.
A beautiful long ball up to Jairzinho.
He rounds the goalie!
There goes Jair and he's done it again!
Goal!
Fuck yeah, PC, fuck yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, my brave people, our beloved Brazilian team
has given us a storm of emotions here in Guadalajara.
As we are entering the final moments of this thrilling match,
the score stands four goals to two for Brazil!
The semis, we're in the semis!
Brazil is through to the semifinals after a magnificent,
high-stakes match,
won with heart and unwavering grit, Saldanha!
Exactly as it should be, right, Eusébio?
Brazilian football is like dancing samba:
if you over-rehearse the steps, it loses its soul.
Thank you so much.
Great game, man. Great fucking game.
-Thank you, maestro. -For what?
For reminding me that football goes beyond the field.
For someone who used to fetch my cleats, you became a pretty decent coach.
Congratulations.
Right back at you.
We're in the final seconds of extra time, and it's been a nail-biter!
-Congrats. That's the spirit. -…winner faces Brazil in the semifinals.
Goddammit!
-And that's the final whistle. -Uruguay advanced.
-Fuck it. -Let's go, let's go!
We got this, boys! Come on!
What's up with him?
We're playing against Uruguay, kid.
You're too young to know why that's a problem.
It's not a big deal.
Here comes the corner…
the ball goes into the box,
and the keeper saves it.
There's the final whistle!
It's over! Uruguay's done it, two to one!
Uruguay are world champions in an astonishing turn of events! emifinals.