Pele: Birth of a Legend Page #2

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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?

- Sewing technically.

- 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.

- Celeste...

Let me talk to his teacher.

You go to work.

You know..

...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.

- It's working.

- And please,

give a warm welcome

to football legend

Waldemar de Brito!

He is scouting for

the Santos Football Club!

- Wow.

- Teams, take the field.

- Kings!

- 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!

Goal!

Ladies and Gentlemen,

The Shoeless Ones!

- Freedom! Yeah.

- Okay.

- 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.

Let's samba!

My, my!

Goal, Pele!

5 minutes still on the clock.

G-G-Goal!

Oh my, what a move!

- Yuri!

- I'm over here, I'm open.

- Thiago!

- Yuri!

- 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!

- Listen.

- Wow.

- I bet you don't mind being

called Pele now!

- Hey, boys, come here.

- Say cheese.

- Dico, Dico, Dico.

- Guys, I think someone wants

their peanuts back.

- Uh-oh.

- Come back here!

- I'm gonna get you!

- This way!

- Hurry!

- Come on, guys, jump it.

Thiago!

- Thiago, come on.

Come on! In here.

Down there, down there.

- You okay?

- 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!

Help!

No, Thiago.

No! Thiago!

Please!

- 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.

I promise.

- Shh! Okay.

"Waldemar de Brito,

football scout."

I think it's time

he'll work with you

in the clinic after school.

- No!

That thing.

Just do this.

Yes.

- Bloopers!

Yuck!

- 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.

Ugh!

- 12 is to 4 as..

- Nice and soft.

Okay?

Whoa! Soft.

Let's do it again.

Again.

Whoa!

Whoa.

That's it.

Acalme. It's okay. Breathe.

Don't try so hard.

Just enjoy yourself.

Everything else will come.

Hey!

Yes!

Yeah.

That's it.

Try that one.

Good.

Now this one.

- It's way too high.

- Do what comes natural to you.

That's alright.

It'll come.

- No one can kick that

high except with the header.

- No, not a header.

With your feet.

- Tomorrow, I'll just

head something.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Dico!

- Dico.

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?

You're right.

We have to be strong

for them now.

- He's only 15, Dondinho.

He's never even left Bauru.

- Tchan tchan tchan tchan!

- Zoca.

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.

Junior team.

- Yeah! Whoo!

- 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?

We lose.

Watch how Hungary beats us

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