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Where Football Got Ugly

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Podcast Episode 7: Chile, 1962 A nation is devastated by a natural disaster. And rebuilds in time to host the most violent tournament in world cup history. Football’s shining star goes out to injury… and an unlikely hero steps out from behind his

shadow.

This is the story of a country rebuilding more than just its stadiums. This is the story of Chile… in 1962.

Welcome to The World Cup Files! Are you ready to travel back in time and relive the greatest moments in football history? From dramatic finals to unbelievable goals, each episode tells the story of one World Cup — the

heroes,

the

villains,

and

the

moments

no

one

saw

coming.

So grab your boots… it’s time to kick off our journey through the World Cup! I’m Aileen, and this is The World Cup Files. Brazil had done it. Against the weight of expectation and the ghosts of the Maracanazo, they had come out victorious

and

returned

home

as

heroes.

And now, for only the third time in its history, the world's greatest football tournament was

heading

to

South

America.

It was going to Chile. Chile is a beautiful country. Impossibly long and narrow, squeezed between the Andes mountains

and

the

Pacific

Ocean.

It

stretches

nearly

four

and

a

half

thousand

kilometres

from

top

to

bottom.

You

could

fit

the

whole

of

Europe

inside

it

and

still

have

room

left

over.

A

land

of

ice

and

fire,

volcanoes

and

thermal

springs.

It was not an obvious choice to host a World Cup.

It wasn’t wealthy, not a football powerhouse. Its stadiums were modest and its infrastructure,

in

many

parts,

was

basic.

But it used that as its argument. When main rivals Argentina claimed that they had everything they needed to start a World

Cup

tomorrow,

Carlos

Dittborn,

the

man

heading

Chile’s

bid

said,

“Because

we

have

nothing,

we

want

to

do

everything.”

It was a strange tactic. But it worked. So, Chile got to work creating the infrastructure it needed. And in May 1960, the strongest earthquake ever recorded in human history struck its southern

coast.

A 9.6 magnitude quake that collapsed buildings, triggered tsunamis and wiped out entire

towns.

Shocked and grief-stricken, the country began its recovery. People who had lost everything were relocated. Schools, roads, bridges, hospitals and homes

were

rebuilt.

And people assumed the World Cup would be moved. Chile couldn’t possibly cope with the

challenge

of

such

a

grand

project

as

it

fought

to

recover

from

such

widescale

destruction.

Could it? Well, apparently it could. Because the World Cup stayed. Venues and host cities were scaled down, plans were changed.

But

they

weren’t

scrapped

for

an

alternative.

It wasn’t going to be a tournament of beauty. Not like 1958. This one would be harder. Rougher. Meaner. But it would go ahead. Welcome to File Seven. Chile, 1962. Where football got ugly.

LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE KEY FACTS [Slightly clipped voice, like reading a dossier] 16 teams. 32 matches. 89 goals. Played between the 30th of May and the 17th of June. The top scorers? Not just one this time — six different players, all tied on four goals. And the winner? Brazil. Beating Czechoslovakia 3-1 in the final.

The Contenders The format that had worked in Sweden would work here too – the delightfully simple four

groups

of

four.

Defending champions Brazil were back. And their squad had the feel of a dynasty in the making.

Garrincha. Didi. Vavá. Zagallo. And Pelé. A literal handful of famous names. Pelé was 21 now. No longer the prodigy who had appeared from nowhere in Sweden. He was

the

best

player

on

the

planet,

and

everyone

knew

it.

It wasn’t a question of whether he would shine. The question was, how brightly? And the world

couldn’t

wait

for

him

to

answer.

The Soviet Union were hoping to build on their impressive debut in Sweden, strong and organised.

West Germany, recent champions, were keen to win back momentum. And England, making their third appearance, were still searching for the kind of form that

would

make

the

world

take

notice.

After their embarrassing run of tantrums, Argentina were finally ready to let bygones be bygones

and

get

back

on

the

pitch.

Hosts Chile intended to make the most of the home advantage in a way that nobody had quite

anticipated.

And there was Czechoslovakia, arriving quietly, as teams from Eastern Europe often did. Underestimated,

purposeful,

and

completely

unbothered

by

the

fact

that

nobody

was

paying

them

the

slightest

bit

of

attention.

Nobody was talking about Czechoslovakia. Not yet.

The Group Stage Before we get to what happened on the pitch, we need to talk about what happened off it.

Because this tournament was shadowed, from almost the very first day, by something that

had

nothing

to

do

with

football.

In the build-up to the tournament, several Italian newspapers had published articles describing

both

Chile

and

its

people

in

deeply

unflattering

terms.

Chileans were, understandably, furious. And, as luck or fate or the Gods of footballing drama would have it, Chile and Italy had been

drawn

in

the

same

group.

So, on June 2nd, when Italy arrived to play their group game against the hosts in Santiago,

they

were

met

with

an

atmosphere

that

had

moved

several

degrees

beyond

hostile.

What followed couldn't really be described as a football match. The Battle of Santiago, as it came to be known, featured fighting that began almost before

the

opening

whistle.

Two Italian players were sent off in the first 12 minutes. There were flying elbows, karate kicks and fists thrown with purpose.

The Chilean players stamped, the Italian players retaliated, and the referee — an English official

named

Ken

Aston — spent

more

time

separating

combatants

than

watching

the

football.

He actually had to be escorted off the pitch by police at full-time! Ken Aston was so shaken by the experience of trying to control that match that he went home

and

invented

something.

He

sat

at

a

set

of

traffic

lights

and

thought:

red

means

stop.

Yellow

means

slow

down.

And in the time it took for his light to turn green, the yellow and red card system was born!

So in a deeply twisted way, we have the Battle of Santiago to thank for one of the sport's most

enduring

features.

Chile won the match 2-0. Italy went home early. And the tournament moved on, shaken but intact. Brazil, meanwhile, were doing what Brazil did. They topped their group, beating Mexico 2-0 and Spain 2-1. Their other group match was a 0-0 draw against Czechoslovakia. The match was pretty unremarkable,

with

commentators

saying

that

both

teams

looked

like

they

were

saving

something

for

another

day.

It was unremarkable, but impactful. Because in that match, Pelé tore a muscle in his groin. And in the moment that he collapsed under the pain of his injury, his tournament, as a player,

was

over.

In some kind of weird synchrony, the boy who had missed the first two matches in 1958 became

the

man

who

only

played

the

first

two

matches

in

1962.

Brazil would have to go on without him. Into his place stepped a man with a left leg longer than his right. Garrincha. Little Bird. His full name was Manoel Francisco dos Santos. But nobody called him that.

He had been born with a spine curved to the right. His left leg bent inward. His right leg bent

outward.

Doctors

had

told

his

family

that

he

would

struggle

to

walk

normally,

let

alone

run.

But he did run. And not in a way that defenders could read. Opponents saw him coming. They braced. They readied themselves for a tackle. And then

they

were

left

staring

at

the

space

where

he

had

been

half

a

second

earlier

as

he

went

the

other

way.

He had always been extraordinary. But he had always played in Pelé's long-reaching shadow.

Now,

Garrincha

was

free

to

step

into

the

light.

Brazil weren't diminished without Pelé. They were different. Looser. More chaotic. But in the best possible way. And Garrincha was unstoppable.

The Knockouts

In the quarter-finals, England faced Brazil. And England did what England often do at World Cups: they showed enormous promise.

They competed bravely. And then lost. Brazil won 3-1. Garrincha scored two incredible goals. The first was a header, clean and precise. The second was a shot that bent so viciously in the air that the English goalkeeper simply

didn't

know

where

it

was

going.

He

positioned

him

perfectly

and

then

watched

as

the

ball

rewrote

the

laws

of

aerodynamics

and

flew

past

him. Meanwhile, Chile's run continued to delight the home crowd and surprise everyone else.

They beat the Soviet Union 2-1 in the quarter-finals, with goals greeted by a noise so enormous

it

seemed

to

physically

shake

the

stadium

walls.

The host nation had never got this far before. The entire country was captivated. Their left winger was Leonel Sánchez. He was sharp, quick and utterly committed to the cause.

He spent about as much time during the tournament proving that he could handle himself

in

a

fight

as

handle

a

football.

The

Battle

of

Santiago

had

set

a

tone

for

the

hosts’

approach

to

physical

confrontation.

And

Sánchez

embraced

it

enthusiastically.

In all fairness, he scored four goals.

Semi-Finals In the semi-finals, Brazil faced Chile. Home advantage versus defending champions. A crowd desperate for a miracle versus a team

that

had

created

one

four

years

earlier.

It wasn't close. Brazil won 4-2, with Garrincha scoring twice more. But there was a moment at minute 84 that almost changed everything. Brazil were comfortably

ahead,

a

place

in

the

final

within

reach.

And Garrincha, frustrated by a foul, kicked out at a Chilean player. Can you believe it? You’re minutes from a place in the final! Keep your head, for crying out loud Garrincha! The referee saw it. And he was sent off. Brazil's greatest remaining player. Gone. With a final to play.

The stadium broke into chaos, and Garrincha walked off the pitch pelted with objects from

the

crowd.

But not for long. A quick review by FIFA overturned his dismissal. To the delight of Brazil, he would play the

final

after

all.

In the other semi-final, Czechoslovakia had quietly and efficiently beaten Yugoslavia 3-1.

Nobody had seen it coming. In fact, almost nobody had seen it at all. Because the match was taking place while the world

was

watching

Garrincha's

antics

in

the

other

semi.

But there they were. Czechoslovakia in a World Cup final.

The Final June 17th, 1962 Sixty-eight thousand people gathered at the Estadio Nacional in Santiago. It was the largest

crowd

Chile

had

ever

assembled

for

a

football

match.

Brazil wore yellow and Czechoslovakia wore red. I like to think that FIFA had learned their lesson from 1958 and checked with each team in

advance.

As the starting whistle was blown, it seemed to many people that the match was just a formality.

There

wasn’t

a

lot

of

doubt

among

the

onlooking

crowd

that

Brazil

could

secure

their

second

trophy.

Only they didn’t play like they believed that themselves. They started sloppily, their nerves showing. And Czechoslovakia - organised and completely unintimidated - were happy to take advantage.

At minute 15, midfielder Josef Masopust collected a through ball inside the Brazilian penalty

area.

He

took

one

touch

to

control

it,

and

then

slid

it

past

the

goalkeeper

with

a

cool

precision

that

suggested

he

did

this

every

Thursday

afternoon

in

training.

1-0! Czechoslovakia were leading in a World Cup final!

The Estadio Nacional fell into a stunned silence. And that lasted approximately two minutes. Because at minute 17, a mistake by the usually flawless Czech keeper allowed Amarildo to

score

with

a

shot

from

the

tightest

of

angles.

Amarildo

was

Pele’s

replacement

just

FYI.

A

man

who

had

spent

the

entire

tournament

carrying

the

weight

of

that

comparison.

He didn't flinch. He squeezed it in. 1-1. The dam had broken. Brazil were back. Aren’t they great under pressure? In the second half, Brazil seemed to find themselves. The tension they had carried for the

first

45

minutes

drained

away,

and

in

its

place

came

the

fluid,

dangerous

football

that

had

got

them

this

far.

In minute 69, Zito headed in a corner to make it 2-1. Brazil 2, Czechoslovakia 1. The stadium shook. And with 13 minutes left on the clock, Vavá, composed and ruthless, controlled a cross on

his

chest,

watched

it

drop,

and

volleyed

it

into

the

net.

It was a goal that felt a bit like a full stop at the end of a sentence. 3-1. Brazil were world champions again. For the second time in a row, the Jules Rimet Trophy was heading to Rio de Janeiro. At the final whistle, the Brazilian players embraced. Some sank to their knees. Some wept. Garrincha — suspended, reinstated and magnificent — was at the centre of it all, grinning

the

grin

of

a

man

who

knows

exactly

what

he

has

just

done.

The Aftermath

Brazil had won back-to-back World Cups. The only country to do so since Italy had won in

1934

and

1938.

But the story of Chile 1962 is not just Brazil's story. It is Garrincha's story — his tournament more than anyone's. He scored four goals and created countless more. He had stepped out of Pelé's shadow and

shown

the

world

something

it

would

never

forget.

A baby born with a spinal defect that curved his spine to the right. Doctors had told his family

he

would

struggle

to

walk

normally.

But

he

went

on

to

become

one

of

the

greatest

footballers

who

ever

lived.

What a hero! It is the story of Czechoslovakia, who arrived unnoticed and left having reached a World Cup

final.

Their

midfielder

Josef

Masopust,

as

elegant

in

defeat

as

in

victory.

He

would

go

on

to

collect

the

European

Footballer

of

the

Year

award

at

the

end

of

the

season.

The world had noticed. Better late than never. It is the story of a country that absorbed a natural disaster and hosted a World Cup anyway.

Modest venues. Mountain roads. A population that fell in love with a tournament that had

been

dropped

into

its

lap

at

the

worst

possible

moment,

and

made

everything

just

slightly

more

bearable.

And it’s the story of a man who hadn’t lived to see it. Carlos Dittborn, the man who had stood up to the doubters and critics and convinced FIFA

that

Chile

should

host

the

1962

World

Cup.

He

died

of

heart

failure

six

weeks

before

the

first

match

was

played.

He

was

only

38

years

old.

It is a story about what football can be, at its best. Not just a game. Not just a show. A reason. A reason for a broken country to rebuild. A reason to believe that something as ridiculous

and

unnecessary

as

sport

can

hold

things

together

when

almost

nothing

else

can.

Chile had nothing. And they did everything.

Now, how about some mindblowing facts that you won’t find in the main story? Fact 1: The 1962 World Cup had six joint top scorers — all on 4 goals each.

Fact 2: Garrincha was the first player ever sent off in a World Cup semi-final, but the call

was

quickly

overturned.

Was

that

because

of

FIFA’s

fear

of

losing

their

star

attraction?

We’ll

never

know.

Fact 3: The Battle of Santiago is widely considered the most violent match in World Cup history.

Italian

defender

Mario

David

was

sent

off

for

a

karate

kick

to

the

head.

Although

to

be

fair,

he

had

just

been

slapped

across

the

face.

Fact 4: Pelé never scored in the 1962 World Cup. He played two group games, tore a groin

muscle,

and

watched

the

rest

from

the

sidelines.

Fact 5: Chile pulled off a spectacular tournament just two years after one of the most destructive

natural

disasters

in

human

history.

Carlos

Dittborn

was

right

-

they

really

did

do

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find

us! Next time: England, 1966. A home World Cup… a dramatic final… and a goal that would

be

argued

about

for

generations. I’ll see you there. File closed.