- Welcome back to the 1958 World Cup
the greatest sporting event on Earth.
We are live in Gothenburg, only moments away from
the start of the final match of Group 4
Brazil versus the Soviet Union.
- It's so much more than just a game for Brazil.
And with all their losses in the last decade
the country's spirit has been just crushed.
We've even seen some Brazilian fans committing suicide
by jumping from the upper tiers of the stadium.
- But let's be honest, the Soviets are the reigning
Olympic champions and Brazil, I mean
Brazil should be counting their blessings
they even qualified for the World Cup.
- Brazilians are about to enter a stadium
filled with Europeans all rooting against them.
They don't stand a chance.
They're young, they're unorthodox
they got no discipline, and they're mixed race to boot.
- It's just sad really and now with all their player injuries
they are forced to play a 17-year-old reserve.
You almost have to feel sorry for Brazil.
- Lack of confidence has been a real problem for the Brazilians
and starting a 17-year-old is hardly the answer.
In fact, reports from the locker room say
the teenager was sick to his stomach
upon learning he would be starting.
Not exactly the confidence boost Brazil was hoping for.
- The 1958 World Cup in Sweden.
It's Brazil versus the Soviet Union, the World Cup debut for 17-year-old Edson Nascimento
the youngest player to ever play in the tournament.
And Ullevi Stadium is absolutely booming
50,000 screaming fans.
Millions more tuning in from around the world.
In only a few moments, it will be up to this youngster
and his South American brothers to keep
their nation's hopes and dreams alive.
- Today, July 16th, 1950 perhaps the most important day in our lifetimes for only in a few hours' time, 11 of Brazil's
graceful warriors will play right here in Rio de Janeiro
at the newly-built Maracana Stadium.
Brazil is tied to win and the whole city has been
shut down to prepare for celebrations
on a scale never before seen.
- Come on, Dico, let's play! - Yeah, come on, Dico.
I'm done shinin' shoes!
- We need a new ball!
- Today's World Cup finals!
We bring you the even bigger big event
you've all been waiting for!
Welcome, Senhoras e Senhores to the famous Rubens Arruda street stadium!
- Today's very important game.
Keepy uppy. No, bounce!
- Keepy uppy!
Over the roof.
I got this.
- I got it! Come on!
Come on, guys.
Get out of here.
It was a bad pass and Dico tripped.
And the sun was in my eyes.
I finished shining shoes and was walking Zoca home when he slipped and fell in the river.
But you were playing football!
- You should know better.
You both go change and get back to shining shoes.
But, mom, what about the World Cup?!
- Don't even think about it. - The score is still tied 1-1!
The crowd in here is now chanting, "Brazil must win!"
And here comes Brazil now
giving it everything they've got.
Go, go, just one, go.
-- here with a header!
80 minutes in, the match is still tied 1-1.
Over 200,000 fans now on their feet, crammed into every seat.
Some eager fans are even watching from their roof.
And Uruguay's Ruben Moran now lines up for the quarter kick.
Here it is. Uruguay shoots!
Dico, Dico, what's the score?
Still 1-1. Final minutes.
He said still tied 1-1.
The match is winding down. Fofinho.
Hey, guys! What's the score?
Get lost, Zoca.
I'll tell ma you were here, listening to the World Cup.
Okay, just stay quiet.
- He shoots and it's goal! Uruguay moves ahead.
What happened, Dico? What happened? Did we score?
Score against Brazil. 2-1.
- And now suddenly all the pressure is on Brazil.
Ugh! Come on, Brazil.
- He's driving the ball forward as fast as he can! Oh, no!
The final whistle. We are defeated 2 1.
Brazil has lost the 1950 World.
All 200,000 fans
have fallen into a deafening silence.
- Come on, guys, let's go. I thought we were gonna win.
I'll win a World Cup for Brazil, pai. I promise.
If you're smart, Dico.
You listen to your mother.
You focus on school and avoid the football like the plague.
Yes, I get it. Football is romantic.
I should know. I met your father at a game.
5 goals he scored with his head that day.
Then we got married and I told him if he was so good with his head, he wouldn't play football.
They paid him nothing and dropped him
as soon as he hurt his knee.
No insurance, no severance.
You think your father wanted to be a janitor?
Spend the rest of his life scrubbing toilets?
Now, Dico, can I trust you to finish this so I can hang the wash?
- The Bauru Youth Club?
Man, that tournament's for street kids. Why bother?
'Cause de Brito's gonna be at the final.
Waldemar de Brito, the scouts?
Yeah, it says here he's looking for players
for the Santos Football Club.
Puxa! Once he sees me play like Di Stefano!
I'm going pro, baby.
Wait till he sees me play like Puskas.
And I'll be like Mazzola!
And I'll be like Pele!
Who the heck's "Pele"?
The goalkeeper for Vasco.
Bile, imbecil! His name's Bile!
- What idiot would think Bile's name was Pele?
- We can call this boy Pele.
Hey, Pele, stop this shot!
Senhor Jose, I'm sorry for my son.
Me? But he just -- Shh, Dico.
Shut your mouth.
I won't bring him again.
- "Copa da juventude de Bauru."
A tournament? Are you crazy?
You promised mae you'd be shining shoes!
Maybe he's right, Dico. What if your mom finds out?
Hey, come on.
Let's show these snobby riquinhos how we play.
Fine, but I'm out.
I don't want mae to kill me. I'm innocent!
Come on, let's do this!
- Welcome to Round 1 of the Bauru Youth Club.
- Sign up here.
- To me. I'm open!
Why does it go so far?
It's full of air!
- Vai, Dico, vai!
- Goal! 1-0.
- Vai, Dico, vai!
That's the match.
And on Field Number 1, The Kings also advanced
to the second round.
- Sorry, they don't match.
The only thing I had were my mom's bed sheets.
Wait. You knit these?
Well, sewed technically.
Hey, your sewing is pretty good, Yuri.
Yeah, I use a double hem.
- A little more.
I guess I could take this out a bit.
Shirts make me feel all trapped inside!
- A goal on Field Number 2.
Everyone's over there watching the Kings.
- And final seconds now on Field Number 1.
Goal! And there's the final whistle!
The Kings win 8-0.
Come back tomorrow for the finals
where the Kings will take on Team Number 7.
Hey, They are called "The Shoeless Ones!"
We need football boots.
Boots? How're we gonna pay for boots?
[speaking in Portuguese]
I got an idea.
Hurry! Hurry! Throw it, under the fence!
- Go, Thiago!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Toasted! Salted! Packed with vitamins!
Today's special! Buy two get a free shine!
Free shoe shines! Free shoe shines!
Who wants a shine?
- Ladies and gentlemen, step right up!
Fresh from the Amazon! Step right up!
Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts here.
Wow, he scrubs floors and shines shoes!
Hey, Pele, how much for a shine?
Don't call me that. Or what?
Or you've got problems. Who? Fatty and his sister?
Hey, Yuri is not a girl.
Then why is he knitting, 4 eyes?
Throw it away. - Now..
How much for a shine, Pele?
Your teacher did this to you? Uh-huh.
Is this true, Zoca?
How dare she?
You and me are gonna have a word with that woman tomorrow after school!
Tomorrow? No, I can't!
Uh, I mean, you have work.
Let me talk to his teacher.
You go to work.
...when I was your age, I used to get in fights.
Especially when the older boys called me names.
But with time, I learned, a good player knows that fighting comes from insecurity.
The point is, Dico if you wanna play professionally you can't be ashamed of who you are.
- I couldn't believe it.
Not only did he keep the fight a secret but he knew all about the tournament.
And he even said he hoped I'd become a pro football player.
Wow, that's great, Dico .
What happened to your glasses?
I don't want them to call me names.
- Bingo! What? They're used.
And gigantic, you kidding me?
Any other complaints?
- Senhoras e Senhores , welcome to the final of the bout Juventude!
Today's match, the Kings, led by Captain Jose Altafini
versus The Shoeless Ones
led by Captain Pele!
- Acalme! Hey! Acalma!
They're just trying to get you mad.
- And please, give a warm welcome to football legend Waldemar de Brito!
He is scouting for the Santos Football Club!
- Teams, take the field.
Okay, everyone know the plan?
When in doubt? Do what they do!
Alright, boys. May the best team win!
Block the angle! Block it!
- Goal! Jose Altafini.
And the Kings, off to a quick lead.
The Kings up, 2-0.
Watch where you're going, Thiago!
- The Shoeless Ones, all tripped up!
- Goal! The Kings in perfect form!
A beautiful give-and-go!
Goal! Altafini 6-0.
Nice moves, Pele.
Hey, hey, let it go. It's not worth it.
- Acalme, Dico.
Dico, what are you doing?
- I hate these boots.
- Hey, Dico!
- Goal! Goal! Goal!
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Shoeless Ones!
Come on, come on, no time to waste.
Let's go, let's go. Come on, let's go.
- Senhoras e Senhores, hold on to your hats.
Ten minutes still on the clock in the second half.
5 minutes still on the clock.
Oh my, what a move!
Yuri! I'm over here, I'm open.
- Caramba! Goal! The Shoeless Ones!
Goal it is. The Shoeless Ones again!
Down to one goal!
Come on! Come on! Let's go!
- And that's the final whistle.
The Kings win, 6-5.
We should have beat those guys.
Don't worry, Dico. It's okay.
- Pele! Pele!
I bet you don't mind being called Pele now!
- Hey, boys, come here.
Dico, Dico, Dico.
Guys, I think someone wants their peanuts back.
[speaking in Portuguese]
Come back here!
I'm gonna get you! - This way!
Come on, guys, jump it.
Thiago! Thiago, come on.
[speaking in Portuguese]
Come on! In here.
Down there, down there.
I think it's sprained.
You could get outta here, you know?
We're both getting outta here.
Just give it a minute to rest.
No, not the cave.
I mean, you could get out of here here, Dico.
What you did today --
- Come on! It's gonna collapse!
Help, Dico! Help!
Come on! Come on! I can't! I'm stuck!
So we stole the peanuts to buy football boots.
But if I hadn't said we needed the stupid boots Thiago wouldn't have died.
It's all my fault, mae.
I killed him.
I killed him.
- It's okay, Dico. You didn't know.
I'm gonna be good now, mae.
I'm gonna study and do good in school.
- Shh! Okay.
"Waldemar de Brito, football scout."
I think it's time he'll work with you in the clinic after school.
[indistinct radio chatter]
That thing. Just do this.
You know, when I was a kid
I had a mango tree just like that.
I taught myself how to practice with the fruit.
Green for shooting.
Ripe for finesse.
- Yuri! Yuri! Yuri, here!
- Es culpa. Es culpa.
- 12 is to 4 as..
Nice and soft.
Let's do it again.
Acalme. It's okay. Breathe.
Don't try so hard.
Just enjoy yourself.
Everything else will come.
Try that one.
Now this one.
It's way too high.
Do what comes natural to you.
- No one can kick that high except with the header.
No, not a header. With your feet.
- Tomorrow, I'll just head something.
This is Mr. Waldemar de Brito.
How would you like to try out for the Santos Football Group?
Thank you, mae. Thank you.
You've had enough, Maria.
Go help your brother try on his new pants.
Okay. All set.
What's wrong, Dico?
I don't think I can do this, Maria.
Maybe I should just say no.
- How'd you get the cake?
- An advance from Senhora Altafina.
How'd you acquire the pants?
I took an advance for the cleaning.
But mae bought you a cake.
Yeah, they're giving up a lot for this, aren't they?
We have to be strong for them now.
He's only 15, Dondinho.
He's never even left Bauru.
Tchan tchan tchan tchan!
I'll be back before you know it, okay?
It's time to go. I love you guys. Be good.
Go on, meu filho.
You go make us proud.
- Stay safe, meu filho!
Welcome to Santos!
Each of you will be evaluated
based on your execution of proper form and discipline!
Number 1 and number 2.
There's no magic in football, boys!
Whatever primitive style you played at home, forget it!
Here, you'll learn to master the techniques of the best teams in Europe!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
That's exactly the kind of monkey business I'm talking about!
Ball on the ground!
Ball on the ground, boys!
- Okay, okay! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Okay, okay, okay, back off, boys! Back off.
This is the list for the pro team now.
For the pro team.
And here's the list for the junior team, boys.
- And the youth team.
Okay, congratulations, everyone.
Welcome to the club. Now, shower up.
Come on, here we go!
- "Edson 'Dico' Arantes do Nascimento."
- Now, the side-flip is for accuracy.
But for power, use the instep here, with the laces out.
Not the toe. Laces out.
You see what happens when you play with that primitive style?
Watch how Hungary beats us in the '54 quarter final.
No showmanship, no beating their mark.
They just master the formations.
- Let's go, Dico! Let's go, Dico!
Let's go! Man, let's go. Let's go.
Come on, Dico! Come on, Dico!
Come on, Dico! Let's go! - Let's go!
Let's go, team! - Come on!
Laces out. Laces out.
Come on, man. Boy.
- He never scores.
- Well, well.
Leaving so soon?
Mr. de Brito? What are you doing here?
I was going to ask the same of you.
I'm no good, Mr. de Brito.
I can't play like the other guys.
And if I don't go back to school now I'll end up cleaning toilets.
Mm-hmm. And what's wrong with that?
Cleaning toilets? No.
What's wrong with not playing the way the other guys do?
Coach says the way I play is primitive.
It is primitive.
It has a long and rich history.
Then why does coach hate it?
...it all started in the beginning of the 16th Century.
Huh? Come on.
If you don't wanna know, I'll --
No, no, no, Mr. De Brito. I do wanna know.
Please. Tell me.
Okay, like I was saying it was the beginning of the 16th Century.
The Portuguese arrived to Brazil with African slaves.
But the Africans' will was strong.
And many escaped to the jungle.
To protect themselves
the runaway slaves
called upon the ginga.
The foundation of Capoeira, the martial art of war.
When slavery was finally abolished
the Capoeiristas came out of the jungle
only to find that Capoeira
was outlawed throughout the land.
They saw football as a perfect way
to practice the ginga
without being arrested.
It was the ultimate form of ginga.
And before long
the ginga evolved, adapted
until it was no longer just ours.
But the rhythm within all Brazilians.
But by the 1950 World Cup
most believed our ginga style
was to blame for the loss
and turned against anything associated
with our African heritage.
And just like your coach has been trying to remove ginga from your play..
...we've been trying to remove it from our self as a people ever since.
But the ginga is very strong in you, Dico.
So you can either show us what happens when you have the courage to embrace who you truly are.
Or you can get on that train..
...and you will never know.
- Keep it moving, boys! Let's go! Come on!
Go get ahead!
I said move up, Joao!
- Hey, hey! Whoa!
- Francis! It's yours!
Nascimento stay back!
Open your eyes!
Come on! Get up! Let's go!
Come on! Get up! Let's go, boy!
Wait for the formation!
- Hey, kid!
Get over here!
What the hell was that?
Do it again.
"Santos, Cubatao, Edson Nascimento, 4 goals."
- You the kid that scored 4 goals?
Zito, midfielder. Pro team.
You know what the best part of scoring 4 goals is?
You get to run out and bring me coffee.
Ancient Santos tradition.
And put some gas into it, huh?
- The youngster, Edson Arantes do Nascimento
moved up to the junior team after
a few unbelievable matches
at the youth level.
Oh! What a move!
He passes one! That's another!
Now through the middle! The shot!
[singing in foreign language]
- You're not there, kid.
That's the wrong list, Dico.
Welcome to the pros.
- From a kid who, as word has it, was on the verge
of being cut from the youth team.
And now, suddenly, top scorer of the pro team
halfway through the season.
Fans now starting to come out in hordes.
As Santos racks up the wins, everyone eager to watch
the 15-year-old phenom and his magical style of play.
Oh my! This kid is something else! A fake!
Another fake! Now he's back the other way!
He ditches off of Zito!
Back to Nascimento. He's got himself into a pickle now!
Three defenders. He changes direction.
No, no! Wait a minute! He's still got the ball!
From outside the box! Goal!
Yes? Delivery for Dona Celeste.
For me? There must be a mistake.
It's a gift, mae!
Dico! - Dico!
Dico! Dico, Dico! Maria.
Hey! Hey, buddy!
- It's going to be in the kitchen.
[speaking in foreign language]
- It's going in my room because there's more space.
- Don't touch the stove, Maria. - Where's the fire?
Hey, hey, it's not a toy.
You do realize there is no gas in Bauru, right?
Don't break their hearts.
We can just use it as a table.
For you, pai!
Hey! Whoa! Wow! - It's a radio.
Yeah. I know what it is.
Now you can listen to my games.
- Oh, no, no, not in my house.
Listen to your games?
Are you trying to give your mother a heart attack?
We can listen to Team Brazil invitations tomorrow!
Don't you listen, Zoca. Aah, mae!
Besides, you have school and your father works.
- Does that mean nothing to you?
Come on, Maria. I'm 16.
There's no way I'm making the selection.
Mm-hmm. He's right.
No point to listen..
...just to be disappointed.
- Radio Bandeirantes announces the list of invitations
to the national selection.
22 of our very best pro players
to represent Brazil in the 1958 World Cup
and here they are.
Gilmar. Bellini. Djalma Santos.
Didi. Zagallo. Garrincha. Nilton Santos.
Orlando. Zito. Vava.
Castilho and Mazzola, who at 19 years old
would be the youngest member selected.
But also making the list, 16-year-old Dico Nascimento.
What's going on out there?
Dico? You look sick. Are you okay?
- Let me get this straight.
Top scorer gets coffee?
The youngest player gets lunch?
And the shortest cleans the showers.
Yep. Always the Santos traditions.
You think maybe Zito was making them up?
But, man, that's incredible.
You're playing with Zito and the pro team.
It's not the same as with you guys.
I miss Thiago.
We robbed a store. What?
I got away, but Fofinho got one year in jail.
Yuri. I know. I know.
It's just -- you know how things go around here.
Hey, but I've been listening to all your games.
I still can't believe you made the selection.
It's pretty much the greatest thing that ever happened to us.
We're all going to be pulling for you out there.
- That was a critical time for our country, meu filho.
Ever since we lost the cup in '50 we've become ashamed.
The spirit of our people is dying.
But now you can change all that.
I had Yuri stitch it on for you.
But that's what those rich kids called me to make fun of me.
It's what the people called you when they saw you play with ginga.
And when I saw you had something I did not.
Years ago, Dico
when I first became a professional footballer..
...I wanted to play with the ginga so beautiful
Brazilians would erupt with pride.
But when I finally got my shot
I was filled with doubt.
And it ended my career.
Because I stopped believing.
Doubt can turn a beautiful ginga move into a dangerous one.
But you have to be stronger than I was, Dico.
When people say mean things about you and how you play you must never feel --
Ashamed, pai. I got it. Calma.
[bus horn honking]
- Tickets, please! Rio de Janeiro!
Stay strong, meu filho.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Watch this. Watch this.
So, you're that kid that thinks he can dribble like me, huh?
Hmm, then you've got style.
The name's Garrincha. - Hi. Dico.
This is Castilho. Castilho. Hey.
Hey, Mauro. Dico.
Vava. Hey, Vava.
Uh, Zito you know, right? Yeah.
[speaking in Portuguese]
- Hey, Zito. And Didi.
See you on the bench, kid.
The bench? But coach hasn't picked the lineups yet.
Uh, you sure about that?
There's your competition.
Good luck convincing coach to start you over him.
- Wow! He scrubs floors and shines shoes.
And I'll be like Mazzola.
It's Jose Altafini.
Yeah. But he goes by Mazzola.
'Cause he says he plays just like the legendary Italian striker.
Well, my family's Italian and I was trained in that style of play.
So I am confident I will bring some of the sophistication and class some others of the team may lack.
Garrincha, do you really think your ginga style
will hold up against the Europeans?
I don't see what's so bad about ginga.
Listen! Listen! It's okay. Silencio! Silencio!
Okay, okay, listen.
No one here wants to relive 1950.
I can assure you that this team will be civilized both on and off the field.
We will only show our best face in Sweden.
Alright. Let's take the photo!
Brazil is at a crossroads.
We either go down in history as the savages
or we enter the ranks of the civilized.
The President spoke those words to me this morning.
And I promised him that this team, that my team unlike those of the past would not make fools of ourselves and Brazil.
And you --
You may be 16 years old but you are now a sportsman for this great nation.
Ginga style might have worked for you back in Santos but it will never hold up at an international level.
But, coach -- I don't wanna hear it!
It won't happen again.
It won't happen again.
What?! It won't happen again.
Get him a haircut and some proper clothes.
- According to insider reports
Coach Feola is struggling with his new recruits
during their first month of practices.
But since fans called for replacing virtually
the entire team after the disaster of 1950
and the disgrace of '54
the coach was left with few options
outside of inexperienced and unconventional players.
The bulky midfielder, Zito
bent-legged striker, Mane Garrincha.
And the youngster, Dico Nascimento
who made headlines last month for his outburst at the inaugural banquet much to the chagrin of Coach Feola.
Teaching Brazilians to play the same disciplined formations
of the European teams seems challenging enough.
But the coaching staff appears to also be encouraging
a more refined presentation off the field.
- Why all the fuss?
It's about changing that image.
We don't want to arrive in Sweden and have the world say, "Oh, there's Brazil."
Yes. But you are Brazilian, aren't you?
No. You're not listening.
I'm-I'm talking about the way others see us and how we play.
- Then how do you account for the reports
of the team playing lousy in practices?
Certain players still are not up to international standards.
- And you think they can be by Sweden?
Maybe we're lousy
'cause we're not playing the way we know how.
I really hope you're not saying what I think you're saying.
I mean, what if we just didn't get it right in '50?
All I know is that coach picks the starting lineup today.
Show him you can play the way Jose plays and you might have a shot.
But if you play with ginga --
I know, it's just my dad..
Your dad what?
Nothing. Forget it.
- I want to see good, clean football, boys!
Short, sharp passes!
[speaking in foreign language]
You've got Vava on the wing!
Cross to the wing!
Take it from him! Take it!
Alright now! Spread it out, move! Here we go!
Zito! You gotta block that out!
Keep the ball moving here! Let's go!
No! No! What are you thinking?
Are you okay?
I had a small collision.
What do you mean?
It's my knee.
It's my knee, mae.
They don't know when I can play again.
- I should have stayed in school.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, mae.
We made that choice together.
And it was the right choice.
Your father and I love you no matter what.
- Te amo, mae.
[speaking in Portuguese]
- Okay. Let's have a look.
It's still too swollen to say.
Keep ice on it for a few days.
And then he can play?
Maybe next season.
I am so sorry.
We'll take another look in Sweden.
If he's going.
- It's too late to replace him now.
Start him on rehabilitation.
Better bag some ice for the flight.
Shh! Everyone quiet! This is it!
- In our World Cup will be, Brazil.
Brazil's struggled immensely with their team's image
ever since they lost in 1950.
Then in '54 shamefully stormed their opponent's locker room
with broken bottles after losing in the quarter-finals.
The big question now was could they remake themselves?
Well, they brought in Coach Vicente Feola
for just that purpose.
And the reports we've received
have really surprised the world.
It appears Brazil hasn't learned their lesson.
Earlier this week, we heard about
players injuring themselves using that same
untrained street style that failed them in 1950.
Clearly Feola wasn't man enough for the task.
Expect Group 4 to go to the Soviet Union, followed by --
[door slams shut]
¶ It's the World Cup in Sweden ¶
¶ Football football football ¶
¶ The greatest game on earth ¶¶
- Stockholm, the jewel of the Baltic
and home to the 1958 World Cup.
Ticket queue stretching around city blocks
for the upcoming games.
Where teams from 16 countries will compete for the coveted
Jules Rimet trophy.
Last to arrive is Team Brazil
who only had to play Peru to qualify
after Venezuela inexplicably withdrew after ceding.
Practically giving the Brazilians
a free pass to the cup.
And there's the French National Team
one of the favorites to win the World Cup.
But not as favored as the home nation, Sweden.
There they are!
Stars Gunnar Gren, Kurt Hamrin, Sigge Parling Nils Liedholm, Agne Simonsson.
And it seems one lucky reporter has scored an interview
with everyone's favorite left-winger
Lennart "Nacka" Skoglund.
Nacka, how's your team feeling?
Perfect. It is our country, our fans and our time to shine.
How about Mexico?
Well, no team from outside Europe's ever won the cup on the European soil.
Do you really think Mexico or these misfits there will ever change that?
- Let's see what Team Brazil has to say for themselves.
It is fortunate these young athletes
play with their feet.
Because it would appear the cat's got
this one's tongue.
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Bunch of fascists, if you ask me.
They even got a King. Gustaf VI Adolf.
I mean, who's got a number in the middle of their name?
Hey, hey, hey, calma.
Drink, it'll help with the pain.
I added some of my special herbs to speed up the healing.
We'll teach that white doctor
to doubt the ancient arts.
The referees here keep the ball after every game.
Do you believe that?
I'll be damned if they keep the winning ball this time.
That ball's coming home with me whether they like it or not.
- The referee signals and the first match
of Group 4 is underway!
Brazil versus Austria.
That's Holla out to right wing Walter Horak
Austria, of course, not as strong
as they were 4 years ago when they took Bronze
in the '54 cup.
[indistinct commentary on TV]
- Earlier today, Brazil pulled off a surprising upset
against Austria in Group 4.
Gentlemen! Let's go out to the field.
- And here in Group 3, Sweden trouncing Mexico, 3 to nil.
- I have to admit, it looks a lot better than I expected.
But it's still extremely weak.
So you'll clear him?
It'll be excruciatingly painful for him.
I'll take that as a yes. We should talk about this.
Get him on his feet. It's too dangerous.
Even the slightest attack --
- At Rasunda Stadium, Sweden continues to dominate
with a 2-0 win over Hungary today
securing their place in the quarterfinals.
And in Group 4, Brazil, a heavy underdog
coming into the tournament managed to edge out
Austria in their first match
then survived England in a scoreless tie.
The first we've seen in World Cup history.
The match was a proper bloodbath
leaving three of Brazil's starting players injured.
Joel, Dino Sani, and striker
Jose Altafini, nicknamed "Mazzola"
who's leg injury will prevent him
from playing in today's match against the Soviet Union.
Come on, Joao.
- The Soviets are big and aggressive.
- Only started one black player before today.
But these injuries will force his hand.
And we've just received word that Feola will give the nod to defensive midfield reserve, Zito
bent-legged right winger, Garrincha
and 17-year-old Edson Nascimento
who comes in to replace Mazzola.
And who apparently is himself
recovering from a sprained knee.
Let's go. Pull yourself together!
You cannot go on camera like this.
Clean yourself up.
Come on. You've got to stand up straight!
Try to look older than you are for once, for God's sake.
You watch Didi and Zagallo for the shifts.
You've seen Mazzola run them.
And lace your goddamn boots up!
- Hey, Dico, there you are.
Listen, you must protect that knee at all costs.
It's very weak.
And don't even think about ginga.
It's too dangerous.
Lace up your boots. Are you trying to get yourself killed?
[indistinct commentary on PA]
- See, the way it works is they are here to see us.
Not the other way around. Come on. Field's this way.
You might wanna think about tying those.
- This marks the first World Cup appearance
for Mane Garrincha.
There's our trusty midfielder, Didi
who towers over the young Dico Nascimento.
He is dwarfed by even his teammates.
Clearly the youngest player they've seen in a lineup.
And the crowd here having a grand time at his expense.
Don't listen to them, Dico.
- The Soviet Union very physical out of the gates!
It's almost as if they're playing pinball
with the smaller Brazilians and enjoying it!
Our heroes now see a hole in the Soviet defense.
Garrincha pops one through the middle.
The shot, goal! Goal!
Brazil takes the lead, 1 to 0!
A stroke of luck for Coach Feola and Team Brazil!
The middle changes in the Brazilian lineup
seem to have confused the Soviets.
And newcomers Garrincha and Vava capitalize
unlike the young Nascimento.
The Soviets have really had their way with him.
He'll have to do a better job to stay out of their way
if he intends to walk out of here on his own two feet.
- Dico! Dico!
- And there's another missed pass for Brazil.
But nonetheless, the Soviets have
yet to capitalize on these turnovers.
And with only a few minutes remaining in the match
it appears Brazil may just edge away with this one
which would pit them against France
in next week's semi-final.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
- And the crowd wanted a whistle on that push from Nascimento
who shows his frustration after losing the ball.
He hesitated on his dribble there.
The kind of mistake that can easily lead to injury.
And here's France now, Raymond Kopa
lays one out for Just Fontaine.
Fontaine passes it on. Goal!
A goal for France.
We are on the boards first with the goal from Vava
but now France strikes back
and that has got to demoralize Brazil.
As the teams head to the locker rooms
after a very physical first half.
- When I say 4-2-4, I mean 4-2-4.
No 4-3-3, you understand?
If you understand what I'm saying, then you say
"Yes, coach, I'll do it. Can you say it?
Yes, coach, I'll do it.
Look. You wait for the set, then you release.
- Where's the center line? Where is it?
- Not tomorrow, today!
Come on! Up! Up!
- Let's go! We only get one shot here. Let's make it count.
I can't play like you.
If your leg is better, you should go back in.
It's not my leg.
My head is not right.
My whole life all I ever wanted was to be European.
Since we've got here, I realize that I'm Brazilian and always will be.
That day back in Bauru you showed everyone that they're part of us.
it was beautiful.
That's what we need now.
- The World Cup semi-final.
France and Brazil neck and neck
at the start of the second half.
Today's winner will advance to Sunday's final
where they will likely face Sweden.
France, of course, favored over Brazil
the only team from outside Europe still in competition.
- Hey, hey, hey!
Watch the knee! The knee!
Stay back! Stay back!
- Goal, Brazil!
What a drive and what a finish!
The 17-year-old with a humdinger of a shot
giving Brazil a leg-up in this second half!
Garrincha now approaching the area, knocked away by Jonquet.
A loose ball in, Brazil comes away with it!
Brazil turning the tides
now advancing the ball back downfield.
That's Didi feeding the ball down the middle.
It's a chip. Nascimento shoots! Goal!
The young Nascimento comes up
with two dazzling goals back to back!
And now the youngster is back at it
right over Marcel!
A touch and some kind of double fake. Never seen that before.
Marcel grabbing at the lad's shirt.
And now he makes Piantoni!
Orlando letting it roll by to Vava!
A little touch to the give and go back to Nascimento.
He stepped right over it!
Kaelbel didn't even see it go by!
He shoots! It's a goal! Goal, Brazil!
An other-worldly display by the 17-year-old phenom!
- And believe it or not, ladies and gentlemen
Brazil is on their way to the 1958 World Cup final!
And, uh, he scored three goals.
Listen up. I got four days to get you in shape for the final.
Everyone take notes.
Sweden has been shifting from Pyramid
5-3-2 to 3-2-2-3.
And sometimes to metodo 2-3-2-3.
We play straight 4-2-4.
But if we're gonna beat these guys we're gonna have to shift formation as they do.
And this is how we're gonna do it.
If they go to 5-3-2, then we go to 3-4-3!
Let's go. Next!
Whatever they run, with the method of 3-2-3
we match with the 4-3-3.
There's nobody in the field over here.
Everybody is here and nobody is here!
Never follow. Not ever.
- But, coach, isn't that their shift to 3-4-3?
- No. Skoglund sweeps to start Sweden's counterattack.
Didi, sweep only.
What is that? I said 4-5-1! Didi slide over!
You're running the 4-5-1!
Garrincha, roll out! You gotta be ready for that on the wing!
Coach? - What?
I don't understand how I'm supposed to be on the wing and covering Skoglund at the same time.
Because you --
- The Swedes have the edge over Brazil in almost every regard.
Experience, sophistication, strategy and strength
and even dirty play.
Last week, we saw West German captain
Fritz Walter's illustrious career come to an end
after this severe collision
with Swedish midfielder Sigge Parling.
Well, come Sunday's final
expect Parling's sights to be set on
the young Edson Nascimento.
- Nascimento scored an impressive hat-trick
in 20 minutes in the semi-final against France.
Coach Raynor, any concern he'll do the same
against Sweden in Sunday's final?
No, no. That's not possible.
No. Our boys will eliminate him from the equation.
- Coach Feola, Coach Raynor's offense outsmarted West Germany, Hungary.
Do you have any plans to contain them?
Well -- They can't.
We will come out strong, score early and Brazil will panic just like they did in 1950.
They were undisciplined then and they are undisciplined now.
But what do you expect? They're abnormal.
You're referring to their mixed race?
No. I mean they are literally abnormal.
- Can you elaborate?
Well, yes, in fact, I can.
Djalma Santos, full back.
He mangled his hand in an accident
while working in a factory as a teenager.
The right winger, Garrincha, born with a deformed spine
and one leg shorter than the other.
The reserve, Castilho
he's colorblind and missing a finger.
Challenging for a goalkeeper, I imagine.
- I heard about the press conference.
Everyone here is really down about it.
But this is exactly what happened in '50.
You can't let the doubt get to you.
I heard the guys are calling you Pele now.
Yeah. Jose started it. It's silly.
This is a sign.
Now is the time for Pele.
But Sweden's gonna be all over me, pai.
And did you see what they did to Fritz Walter?
You believed in yourself against France.
Now you must inspire your team
to believe in themselves..
...in the ginga.
What the heck, Pele?
Hey! Lighthouse, no bounce!
Come on, kid! Time to wake up. Take a seat.
Have some breakfast.
You won't be able to do it alone.
- Zito, come on.
- Hey, where did that ball go?
Come on, guys.
- To the lighthouse.
- Nice one.
[speaking in Portuguese]
[woman speaking in foreign language]
- Anyone see it fall?
- Not me!
- Keepy uppy!
- Alright! Game on!
Come on. Go, go, go, go, go!
I'm sorry, sir.
Wake up, kid. To the lighthouse!
Come on, come on, come on!
- Calma. You can do it.
- Long ball!
- Didi! You got Pele long!
- Run, Pele! Get there! Jump!
I can't swim!
I got you, Pele!
I got you.
- Grab my hand. Here you go.
We were so close!
Here he comes.
You see? That's how it's done.
Tomorrow you will play for the Jules Rimet trophy.
And if you play the way you played this last week you will lose.
And it will be my fault.
The truth is that shifting formations may work miracles for Sweden but it is not us.
What I saw at the hotel today that's how we play.
They say that we don't all play the same. It's true.
We certainly don't all look the same like they do.
But that's what makes us who we are.
We have one thing in common.
The joy and expression of Brazil.
So when you take the field tomorrow
forget everything that I told you this last week.
I don't want the world to see a bunch of scared Brazilians trying to play like Sweden.
I want them to see Brazil, just as we are.
I don't know if we will win
but I do know that we will show them a beautiful game.
What are you all sitting around for?
I did not say that practice was canceled!
- Let's go, Brazil! Alright.
- After a night of heavy rains, it's a brisk summer morning
with clear skies here in Stockholm.
Fine weather for football
as Sweden prepares to host the 1958 World Cup final.
The Nordic Titans of Europe will take on
the less-experienced but ever-flamboyant Brazil.
Two teams with nothing in common
other than, perhaps, their yellow jerseys.
But of course, per the King's decree
Brazil will be forced to wear blue today
against the heavily-favored home nation.
How many goals will Sweden win by?
No one can say.
But everyone agrees
Brazil will need nothing short of a miracle
to take home the Jules Rimet trophy.
Over 50,000 already in attendance
and millions more tuning in from around the world
for the biggest sporting event on earth.
No team from outside Europe
has ever won the cup on European soil.
But that doesn't stop the rest of the world from watching
and hoping that one day that may change.
There's the King of Sweden, Gustav VI Adolf
with Queen Mountbatten arriving in their box.
And now the entrance of our host, Team Sweden.
British-born manager, George Raynor, pulled players from not just Sweden
but other European countries.
A bit of a European all-star team, really.
And on the other side Coach Feola and Team Brazil.
And there's our young star Nascimento
now being called "Pele" by his teammates.
- Fofinho, it's Pele!
- But make no mistake.
Brazil will need the rest of the team
to step up today against the indomitable Swedes.
The entire nation has shut down for the day
as every Brazilian from every walk of life
comes together to watch the big game.
- And there's the starting whistle.
It's Zagallo to Vava, Vava to the young Nascimento
back to Nilton Santos, and Parling lays into him.
Watch out! Oh my. No card there.
So either the referee missed that one
or he's going to let Parling play rough.
Garrincha looking for Nascimento
but he's marked by three yellow shirts.
Garrincha passes to Zito.
Stolen away by Skoglund!
Sweden' first possession.
And now Raynor calls for the shift!
Here we go, the Swedes moving quickly down field.
Passing it down to Parling, a quick touch over to Hamrin
Hamrin back to Liedholm and now Hamrin breaks down the right wing.
Liedholm sends it to Parling, Parling punches a swift pass
through Brazil's back bone and into the area.
Simonsson down the middle, Hamlin with a cross hitch.
Simonsson, just wide!
A brilliant attack from the Nordic Titans!
- And Sweden's applying pressure early on.
Gilmar will take the goal kick.
Trapped by Nascimento and now finally with an opportunity.
And here he goes, spinning his way
through Liedholm and Axbom.
Now's the time, meu filho.
- And Pele is back the other way.
Nascimento trying to do it all on his own!
Oh, my goodness!
A huge jolt from Parling.
- Sweden removing Pele from the equation just as promised.
They are determined to stop his one-man show.
And Pele still down holding on that right knee he recently injured.
- Brazil down a man and Sweden looking to capitalize!
Kurt Hamrin plays the ball up field to Liedholm
Liedholm straight to Lofgren.
Now he's alone in the area.
Liedholm! Less than 4 minutes on the clock.
And this is big!
- Everyone expected Sweden to come out early
but no one expected it this early.
Confidence, our clear weak point ever since 1950.
And it's hard not to think of that tragic loss now.
- The fans remembering Coach Raynor's prediction
that an early score would seal the victory.
The King, the Queen, George Raynor and Team Sweden
they all want the Jules Rimet trophy
to stay on friendly shores.
And stay it will from the looks of things
as the victory celebrations begin here in Rasunda Stadium
even the eleven Brazilians on the field can't deny the --
- Nascimento threw Sweden's iron defense
off their marks freeing up the lad's teammates
and Brazil evens the score.
A most unexpected turn.
And this is a Team Brazil like we've never seen them before.
Just exuding confidence.
- It's Liedholm to Gren, back to Gustavsson
and now over to Hamlin.
Hamlin pushing it forward to Simonsson.
And now Raynor sends his defense forward in a full attack!
It's Bergmark forward to Liedholm marked by Orlando.
He passes to Simonsson.
Simonsson back to Liedholm and now it's Gustavsson again.
He sends it into the area looking for Simonsson.
- It's Gilmar coming out of the goal.
- Vava now marked by Axbom, Borjesson comes in
for the stop but now Vava dishes it out to Garrincha.
Bergmark's there, Garrincha fakes, leaves the flank planted.
Garrincha now all alone!
Svennson comes out to challenge.
The cross. It's Vava!
Goal, 2 to 1!
Brazil has taken the lead.
Sweden caught off guard twice.
The Nordic Titans fall behind.
Brazil, 2. Sweden, 1.
And now, the entire Rasunda Stadium in a state of shock.
Expect Sweden to move fast and strong after that slap in the face --
Stolen away by Garrincha!
Brazil regains control! Garrincha dishes to Vava.
Vava fakes Gren, shakes off Bergmark
a beautiful, blind dish to Didi.
Brazil working in perfect harmony.
Ladies and gentlemen, something is shifting.
Brazil is coming alive!
Now in complete control!
And it appears they're smiling!
Finally the world can see Brazil's beauty!
Our heroes now in perfect harmony!
It's beyond football. It's the most beautiful game!
[indistinct commentary on TV]
- Ladies and Gentlemen, the unthinkable!
Brazil, 3. Sweden, 1.
The fans here in Sweden, indeed, all of Europe
even the King and Queen now applauding the South Americans.
George Raynor's strategy no match for Brazil!
And here comes Brazil!
Nascimento fakes Hamrin
Bergmark coming in for support.
Now Nascimento sends the cross.
Pele sends a long cross to the left wing.
It's Zagallo, from the corner of the box.
- Only seconds now left on the clock
and it's Didi with a cross to Nascimento --
Brazil wins the 1958 World Cup!
[yelling in joy]
[yelling in joy]
- June 29th, 1958
the day Brazil won our first World Cup.
When the final whistle blew
I fainted right there on the field.
When I finally opened my eyes
everything felt like a dream.
It had only been 18 months since I first left home
but it felt like years.
My mother and father came out to meet me.
And dad reminded me of the promise I made
8 years earlier.
But I'll never forget 1958, the year I became Pele.
Our ginga style became known as The Beautiful Game.
And the Brazilians everywhere came to see.
It was our differences that made us beautiful.
[singing in foreign language]