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Luan with the ball, runs past Martinez,
passes the ball to Alecsandro, back to Luan and he loses possession…
Salcedo is open, the veteran Aguillar has the ball,
now Arce, he pumps the ball into the box,
a header, an opportunity…
The Mexican player falls down...
The ref calls penalty and books Leo Silva!
Oh my God...
We're at 92" and Tijuana has a penalty kick!
Ronaldinho can’t believe it.
Tardelli takes his hands to his head,
Cuca is devastated, the fans kneel down.
The referee calls a penalty at the 92nd minute.
Look, Oswaldo… it was the right call.
This is just terribly unfortunate...
Easy there, he still has to take it. Now it's up to Victor.
The penalty was given, but he hasn't scored yet.
Victor is a great goalkeeper.
He looks up to the sky, may the Gods bless him.
May the big man in the sky bless him.
It's your moment, Victor. It's your moment.
The match is over after this penalty. 92 minutes…
Riascos has the ball, Oswaldo.
And Pequetito, Atlético are still unbeatable
in their 34 home games this season.
Riascos with the chance
to seal an unprecedented qualification for the Mexican club.
92 minutes and 50 seconds, almost 93...
Tijuana has a penalty, the game is tied at 1-1.
Patricio Polic blows the whistle,
Riascos runs, he's right-footed, he shoots…
Saved by Victor!
Goal! Goal! Galo "Rooster" scores!
Victor, Victor, Victor! It's a goal for Galo!
Victor, Victor!
Galo qualifies for the next round!
Victor saves the penalty! It's a goal!
Victor scores the winner!
STRIVE STRIVE STRIVE
Strive to win with all your heart and pride
Clube Atlético Mineiro Strong and fierce Rooster!
Strive, strive, strive
Strive to win with all your heart and pride
Clube Atlético Mineiro
Strong and fierce Rooster!
Galo oh oh! Galo oh oh! Galo oh oh!
Galo oh oh! Galo oh oh!
Good evening to all!
We're in Goiânia, celebrations all around,
and in a few moments, the decisive match
for the Group 3 of the Libertadores da América Cup,
between Flamengo and Atlético Mineiro.
Atlético to the attack,
a dangerous cross is in, Júnior…
Toninho Cerezo gets the rebound, hits it from far…
It's the first shot, the ball went flying over Raul's goal.
Atlético works the ball into the box,
an error, Vaguinho shoots…
It explodes off Flamengo's defender!
Another good opportunity for Atlético Mineiro,
they're very attacking since the get-go.
Flamengo had one good attack so far, Atlético had three.
Red card!
Reinaldo was sent off for the tackle on Zico!
Red card, Reinaldo is sent off!
Atlético's players are outraged.
If they keep complaining, soon there'll be more red cards to come.
Reinaldo is off the match.
Well, your take on that. Telê Santana.
I find José Roberto more nervous than the players,
when he should be the calmest man on the pitch.
And we'll see many fouls like this one during the course of the game.
Both teams will commit fouls like these,
let's see if he upholds his standards.
I believe he made a mistake,
and spoiled what has been a great game so far.
Reinaldo doesn't want to talk. Walked off the pitch in silence.
And very angry.
Atlético on the offence… What about you, Gerson?
Reinaldo is still on the pitch, making gestures...
Gerson, your opinion on the red card.
I agree with Telê.
I believe Wright jumped the gun there.
Another one!
Another one! Another one!
Éder!
Éder is sent off,
and Atlético's coach is asked to sack the team off the pitch.
Some members of Atlético's board are rushing José Roberto Wright.
Directors of Atlético Mineiro on the pitch,
all over José Roberto Wright, at 34 minutes and 30 seconds.
The South American confederation will have a big problem.
And Luciano, Chicão just informed me that it was him who was sent off.
And here he is, clapping towards Flamengo's bench.
He's laughing at Flamengo.
Man, I hate Flamengo.
I hate Flamengo.
It was my first reality check,
as a child, in my life.
It was as if I was informed that
men are motherfuckers and God doesn't exist.
All Atlético Mineiro's subs are sent off...
He ruined the one game all Brazil wanted to watch.
It was the great rematch.
Two great teams.
Great teams.
And he didn't let us watch.
There's no reasoning for it.
No reason.
Five Galo players sent off, in the same event.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the shame”.
They were the two best teams in the world.
Atlético was even superior to the club from Rio.
The core of our national squad in the 1982 World Cup,
the one which all the world fell in love with,
was made of players from Atlético and the club from Rio.
Wright did his nasty business,
Flamengo went on to win the Libertadores and the Club World Cup.
We would have been world champions.
But by Wright's hands, we weren't.
Reinaldo, what do you think of all this?
I still don't understand José Roberto.
He's completely unhinged out there,
he's making a joke out of this game,
a match that could be easily conducted.
Words from Reinaldo.
By the way, very conscientious and calm words.
Reinaldo walked off the pitch
much more composed than José Roberto Wright himself.
King Reinaldo's closed fist…
This is an icon that represents
what we were, what we are.
We may have not won all the titles we deserved,
many were stolen from our hands.
But as this club of resistance, it's such a beautiful story.
Take the game to them, Rooster!
Belo Horizonte was only 11 years of age
when Atlético was founded.
The city was a settlement of miners,
coming from all corners of the state.
And Galo helped to sew this patchwork in our social fabric.
The club for the poor, the rich,
for men and women, of blacks and whites.
Anyone who wanted could be Galo.
This represented much more than a football club.
It was also the utopia of a better world.
It was an afternoon of March 25th, 1908.
The dream started then.
A group of boys of 14, 15 years old,
started meeting in the park,
with the idea of creating a football team.
My grandmother, Alice Neves, decided to support them.
Firstly, she designed and made their uniforms.
Then, a proper training ground was in order.
So they found an abandoned lot,
cleared and weeded it themselves,
with such an enthusiasm and joy, a dream!
My grandmother visited each boy
to ask for their authorization so girls could form a fan club.
Fifty girls joined.
She had so much love for all that she planted…
She was the one who started it all, her and the kids...
We are where everything began.
The Municipal Park, to this date,
is still a pleasant place, frequented especially by the poor.
Atlético was founded 1908.
América some years later, their centenary year must be near.
And Cruzeiro was founded in the early 1920s.
So Atlético was the city's football club,
one who didn't leave any supporter out.
It wasn't neither the team of the elites,
like América claimed to be,
nor the immigrants club like Palestra, Cruzeiro's original name.
It was the city's club.
My grandpa was a Cruzeiro supporter.
Never stepped in a football stadium.
Mr. Moisés Kalil.
They were neighbors with a family of black people.
Both marginalized groups, Arabs and blacks.
So a great friendship flourished
between my grandfather and the Fileto family.
And they were Atleticanos.
My grandfather didn't care much for football,
and my father was a kid.
And this Fileto, an older black guy,
asked my grandfather
if he could take Elias, my father, to the stadium.
But he only attended Atlético games,
so he was the reason my father became an Atleticano.
It was a Cruzeiro-Atletico derby in a final.
Grandpa told me.
“I'll take you, and I won't force anything on you.
You'll pick the one you want to support.”
He spoiled me so much.
So to the game we went. By train.
It was at the Independência Stadium,
we were seated on this sector here.
Grandpa told me to pay attention to the teams' entrance.
So Cruzeiro walked in,
and some chants, a few shouts…
They lost every time against Atletico, so…
When Galo walked in everything went crazy,
and I said “Grandpa, the black and white one!”
He threw me up in the air, hugged me…
Atlético in their valiant battles.
Leave the fields covered in glory...
Since its first steps, Galo's history is of unique beauty.
Our first goal was scored by Pingo,
nickname of Aníbal Machado,
writer from our state who would later become
one of the greatest authors of Brazilian literature.
Atlético was the first champion of Belo Horizonte, in 1914.
First Minas Gerais State champion, in 1915,
wearing an all-black jersey in support of a campaign
to send all white fabric to the First World War medics.
The first known football fan association
is the 1920s girls-only fan club,
under the command of Mrs. Alice Neves,
who should be considered, after all, Atlético's first chairwoman.
Lito and Alvinho exchange pleasantries.
The match is about to start,
says announcer Paulo Nunes Vieira.
Atlético enthusiastically organizes its first attack.
The boys in red and white fight back,
attacking the goal guarded by Sinval.
The reliable goalkeeper launches the ball back into action.
Atlético presses on,
imposing confusion on Villa Nova's defenders.
A free kick is taken,
putting keeper Arizona under some duress,
on a blunder by Villa's own defender.
What a shot by Alvinho.
I like to watch Atlético play.
How they know to put the ball in the back of the net.
Atlético, you're the best.
You're Minas Gerais most beloved club.
In the first half of the 20th century,
Atlético saw some of their greatest idols,
among them Said, Jairo and Mario de Castro,
known as the Inglorious Three.
They commanded an unforgettable
9-2 win against Palestra Itália.
Nationally renowned player,
Mario de Castro never played for the national team,
for this would mean wearing other jersey than Galo's.
Later on, Guará, the “Blond Danger”, and Kafunga,
winners of the first National Championship, in 1937.
The title “Champion of Champions”
was forever imprinted on the club's anthem.
In the 1950s,
we won 5 consecutive State Championships for the first time,
by the feet of other heroes
such as Zé do Monte and Ubaldo,
who claimed to particularly enjoy beating Cruzeiro
because “They didn't allow blacks there.”
Mother used to wash Kafunga's jersey,
his shorts were made of flour sacks.
I was still a girl when she washed his clothes,
we lived in Ceará Street.
We came by his place to get his clothes,
mother washed his shirts…
Back then the fabric was thick,
it wasn't nylon or any of these fancy new ones...
The jerseys were rustic, as people used to say,
“They ate the grass.”
Marriages, birthdays, anything…
If Galo's playing, you can count me out.
I'll be at the stadium.
I just missed a birthday last week…
Baptism, ceremonies…
We leave everything aside.
And my girls always gave birth
when the season had already started.
I used to take them to the hospital and say.
“When I come back from the game,
you tell me if it's a boy or a girl, but they'll be Atleticano.
I didn't wait around.
I'm back here.
With Caçapa.
Back when we could pose with the team,
now we're not allowed.
Here we're walking on the pitch with the boys…
We're the champions! We're the champions!
In the Mineirão Stadium.
The crowd explodes.
All come to see.
The beloved, fierce Rooster...
You know, when Mineirão was inaugurated in 1965,
they called an Atlético supporter, "Sempre"...
We always had iconic fans,
Vitor Bastos, Sempre, Mrs. Alice Neves.
And the Mineirão was built for the Atlético fans.
So they called Sempre and asked him
to pick a sector for the Atlético supporters.
He picked a certain spot,
and by the time the match begun,
that sector was entirely out in the sun.
So people were like,
"You picked that spot and now the fans will be out in the sun..."
And he said one of the most beautiful things in the world,
which I believe represents our spirit:
“Atlético supporters will be out in the sun,
but are faithful as the shadow.”
Triumph, triumph, triumph
This is our ideal
Elevating our State's name
In the Brazilian sports scenario...
Strive, strive, strive
With all your heart and pride...
Atleticanos are funny,
they all say that they're like this.
That they're different.
So they start saying this, that they're different,
that Atleticanos are different, they all say that.
And it turns into the truth, they're all like this, period.
They're known for it nowadays,
for never jumping ship,
for being passionate, for being believers even in defeat...
I still can't believe I am the Marvelous Dadá, Dario...
I went through some hard times, an outlaw life.
Skipped school to steal from people, stabbed people.
But I ran like crazy from the cops,
my speed was unbelievable.
And my jumping reach was amazing,
when I jumped over walls to rob houses,
to climb on mango trees, to steal them...
It was a tumultuous life.
I was used to being detained for ten days or so,
they kicked me out, I moved around.
After that, when I was 18, I went to the army.
In there, I started to play some football.
The first time I kicked a ball, I was 19.
When I first arrived in Atlético,
the crowd started to chant “Galo!”,
it shook me to the core.
I thought, "What a crazy mob!"
I wasn't so hot, people didn't want me there,
other players badmouthed me to the coach.
"This guy is so bad..."
Coach said: "You're saying he's bad,
but the papers in Rio say he's a goalscorer."
The training started, Lola passed me the ball,
I scored twice.
But I also booted one so high, I killed a vulture,
another one hit the corner flag.
So Coach Yustrich approached me and said,
“Boy, you're not that bad.”
I said, “Want to see me turn this thing around?"
Put me with the starters."
Atlético Mineiro has the biggest flag in the world
and unstoppable supporters.
Even against the Brazilian national team,
Galo showed up like a title was at stake.
It was a festive friendly
after the qualification to the next World Cup,
but the miners were all about winning.
The national team attacked a few times,
Atlético persisted and the first goal came.
“Mr. Saldanha, Dadá is scoring left and right,
nobody can stop him.
Can the national team stop him?”
“Guys, Dadá isn't even among the top ten
best strikers in Brazil.”
So I took it personal.
I said, "Mr. Saldanha, you may go to hell.
Your shitty national team is only unbeatable
because they still have to face Dadá."
But Pelé soon equalized.
I know Mineirão's pitch like the palm of my hand.
“You're invincible, but you're facing Atlético now.
And you will lose. And I'll break you.”
Atlético is pure enthusiasm.
Their sheer willpower makes up
for the lack of talent.
And how it did.
It was the second goal for the miners team,
making their supporters go crazy.
A historic win for Atlético,
2-1 against the national team.
The crowd shouts “King, king, king!”.
What does this mean to you, Reinaldo?
It's yet another incentive for me,
the Atlético fans change a player.
Some of us who were brought up in this club…
We love this club and we play out of love.
We're the same with those in the stands.
Barbatana invited me to come to Belo Horizonte
to test for Atlético's U-18 team.
I was 14.
And they put us against the first team,
the one which won the National Championship in 1971.
Naturally, I started as a sub. It was a try-out.
So they put me in for the last 20 minutes or so.
So there I was, playing against Grapete, Vantuir.
I dribbled around,
nutmegged them, even scored a goal.
So I caught the attention of the coaches,
in my first day, in my first 20 minutes.
With Reinaldo, there was not other way.
He was a born goalscorer. And what a class.
He placed the shots where he wanted.
You can't make a player like that, he's born.
Reinaldo is unsettling.
He could feint his way out of two or three players
if you gave him a square meter to work with.
After that first dribble, they went for his knees.
The people won't forget his immortal name
Reinaldo is phenomenal!
Atlético was always the fierce, tough team.
So Reinaldo came to show that
you could be tough, but also technical.
That guts and finesse could coexist in football.
We talk about Messi, Maradona…
Reinaldo is up there with them.
A classy touch from Reinaldo, no chance for the keeper!
The black and white supporters' hearts
explode with joy at the sight of the amazing Reinaldo!
In my opinion,
the second best Brazilian player ever, following Pelé.
It's not Zico or Sócrates, nobody.
Nobody did what Reinaldo did.
Reinaldo had the genius spark.
And that's why he was hunted around the pitch.
If you knew him,
you'd know that even walking down a flight of stairs
a flight of stairs was hard for him.
He didn't look like a pro player.
He went through several knee procedures
at a young age.
And he still managed to put on a show
even with all these problems.
He couldn't even train,
he only managed to play when it counted.
In Belo Horizonte,
Reinaldo was the neighbor of Frei Betto,
who'd spent two years in jail during the military dictatorship.
Influenced by them,
the King acquired political awareness
and learned how the regime
killed or disappeared those who opposed them.
So he decided to fight in his own way.
Starting in the 1977 National Championship,
he would celebrate his goals with a raised closed fist,
a historical symbol of fight and resistance.
By the looks of it, the generals didn't enjoy that.
It's a socialist gesture,
of revolutionary verve, of rebellious spirit.
People were getting more politicized, so the gesture
gained a racial connotation later on,
with the Black Panthers...
It was a way of escaping the dictatorship's surveillance.
When Reinaldo celebrated his goals
using the Black Panther's closed fist,
he was saying, “No, enough!”
To the military dictatorship.
And I'll say something, not as a delusional Atleticano,
it's well known that there was an organized effort
against Atlético and Reinaldo that time.
We were kind of a resistant group.
General Ernesto Geisel told me
I should keep kicking balls around
and leave politics to them.
I was speechless. What could I say to a General?
The greatest moment of his career in Atlético
was the 1977 National Championship,
when he was playing uninjured for the first time,
had just started a new treatment,
his knees weren't bothering him anymore.
That was a spectacular year for him.
Soon before the final,
Atlético was still invincible,
with a 10-point lead off São Paulo,
the court tried and suspended Reinaldo,
so he couldn't play the final.
He was sent off early in the championship,
so they held off on the trial
until the appropriate moment, to keep him off the pitch.
Serginho was sent off a week before the match.
I was sent off a year before.
Why didn't they try me?
It was rough, because Reinaldo...
scored 27 or 28 goals that year.
It was a fantastic year for us,
we were unbeaten.
And we played the finals against São Paulo here in Mineirão,
a hundred thousand people in attendance.
I had...
the match-winning shot.
I did everything right, it was a nice buildup…
I had everything...
And I shot.
Paulo Isidoro... Valdir Peres, amazing save!
Right-footed cross…
Serginho on the right flank…
Dangerous play, the Atlético player falls.
It was a foul inside the box, so it's a penalty.
There were many like this one,
outside the box, given by the ref.
Then there was that moment,
when Chicão cowardly broke Ângelo's leg.
That shook us up a bit,
when a player is carried off with such an injury.
That was how São Paulo managed
to get the match to a penalty shootout,
which is what they wanted.
If you think about this,
a team losing the title on a penalty shootout,
in a single elimination match,
playing without their best player,
who couldn't be there because of shady court string-pulling,
with an 11-point lead off the team that beat them…
It's appalling.
Football lost that day.
The supporters who lived through it all,
they knew in their hearts they had the best squad.
But not the champion squad.
It was a violent trauma for us and for all the supporters.
That hurt.
Still hurts to this day.
Walking out the stadium,
we saw scenes...
such as abandoned men on the sidewalk,
just sitting there, crying,
crying their hearts out with their flags…
And a silence.
It was a rainy, gloomy day.
Belo Horizonte had never seen a sadder day.
Belo Horizonte's hectic development
created an accelerated pace of expansion,
reflected on the great quantity of building sites
aiming to meet the ever-growing needs of commerce,
industry and liberal professionals.
Counting with around 70 sports venues,
Belo Horizonte chose football as its favorite pastime.
Strive, strive, strive
To win around the globe
Clube Atlético Mineiro
Now and until I die
We are Champions of the Ice
Our squad is immortal
We are Champions of Champions…
Brazil hosted the 1950 World Cup.
It was the year of a fantastic Atlético tour.
Germans who were here for the World Cup
had a project of inviting football clubs overseas,
in order to improve Europe's football technique,
particularly that of Germany.
For Atlético, this was memorable. It will be forever in our history.
We were the first Brazilian club to tour like that.
We opened the doors for the rest of Brazilian football.
The last match we played in Paris,
it was twelve below zero.
Some players in our squad passed out after the final whistle
and had to be put in a hot bath to recover their senses.
Some Brazilian sailors
were stationed there on a Brazilian Navy ship,
so they attended that match.
There were around 15 Brazilians there.
They made more noise
than the 40 thousand Germans in the stadium.
And in the next day's paper the headlines were:
“Atlético Mineiro came to teach football to the German”.
I was around 5 or 6 when they left,
and my mother took me and my siblings
to the airport to welcome my father back.
It was packed with people.
The main avenue was taken on both sides.
It was madness.
Triumph, triumph, triumph.
This is our ideal.
Honoring our State's name.
In the world's sports scenario.
Strive, strive, strive…
I say it loud and clear My challenge to you.
When I step on the Moon
I want to hear a goal by Dario.
And when Dario celebrates.
In his amazing fashion
I will plant an Atlético flag on the Moon.
When I leave for the Moon
I'll take my TV with me.
So that when I'm planting the flag
I'll be able to see Dario Shaking Mineirão.
The 1971 squad was a team of workhorses.
Me included.
But we had three great players:
Odair, the extraordinary Lola, and Humberto Ramos.
We were underdogs in the early stages,
we had only been 3rd place in the State Championship,
people didn't expect anything from us.
People were bashing me on the radio everyday.
They didn't even let me speak.
So I told them:
“When I said I'd be the top goalscorer,
there's more to it.
I'll be the top goalscorer.
Atlético will also be champions.
And I'll score the title-winning goal. Now I'm done.”
Who was the best?
Atlético, Botafogo or São Paulo?
These were the three finalists.
Odair is there, also Tião and Wanderley.
The wall is formed.
Sergio stays to his left side under the goal.
Tião plays the dummy, it's Odair, he shoots…
It's a goal, Odair taking a free kick!
Atlético 1, São Paulo 0…
The Atlético supporters got the Federal Traffic Police
to turn the highway to Rio into a one-way road.
So that the buses, cars and trucks... You name it.
So that everything was Rio-bound.
There were more Atlético fans than Botafogo's in Maracanã.
We were playing a ping-pong tournament
and in the end it was me against Telê, our coach.
He was very good.
During a point, he faked me to one side,
I tried to rotate back,
my back twisted and I fell on the floor, crying.
Telê said: “I injured my striker!”
I said: “Telê, I'll play.”
On the first half, I was terrible.
I was walking out there.
In halftime Telê told me he was subbing me out,
"You're in no condition."
So I said: “Telê, I'll just ask you this.
Give me 20 minutes before taking me out,
I'll have scored by then.”
At 18 minutes of the second half,
there he was, Dario! The "Iron Chest"!
Humberto Ramos drives past to the end line,
manages to cross, Dario with a header!
Goal!
In the 90th minute!
My face is filled with tears!
Joy invades me and all the people from Minas Gerais!
Atlético are Brazilian Champions!
Telê Santana is being carried on their shoulders!
“We're the first and true Brazilian Champions!
We didn't collect one single red card,
so we're champions of technique and discipline.”
So we're taking the train back,
and all that amazing fuss, people shouting,
people waiting for us at the station.
It felt so good.
Nobody believed in us,
people only had eyes for Botafogo.
And then Dario scores…
Clube Atlético Mineiro,
Champions of the 3-times World Champion nation!
Clube Atlético Mineiro,
the champions of all races,
champions of all champions,
champions of hard work, of endurance, of love!
Champions of Brazil!
Atlético gave us this joy…
"Iron Chest" Dario.
When we arrived at the main avenue,
all the buses, the party, the fireworks...
I lived this, I did.
But I'll live a bit more, to see more.
After the shady deals of 1977,
the behind-the-scenes manipulations kept happening.
In 1979, when the championship rules
were changed during the semifinals,
Atlético decided to leave the National Championship.
In 1980, Atlético had its Golden Generation.
But, in the finals, faced
media-sponsored Flamengo,
and its squad built by legendary TV mogul Walter Clark.
To the dictatorship, on its last breaths,
the first national title to the country's most popular team
was music to military ears.
Even more so if the contender was Reinaldo
and his defiant closed fist in the generals' faces.
We have the presence of His Excellency,
President João Batista Figueredo,
in the stands of Maracanã…
“President,
which side are you on?”
He answered like this:
"Between the nation and a state, I'm with the nation.”
Meaning...
Flamengo was ahead from the start.
And we kind of knew where this was headed.
We brought Osmar Guarnelli,
Rômulo was a first-team choice of mine,
Jorge Valença came from América,
Luizinho, an amazing up-and-coming player,
João as goalkeeper,
Chicão, Cerezo,
Palhinha and Éder...
Reinaldo returned during my tenure.
This was when Dario, always very intelligent,
told me there couldn't be two kings in the same squad.
So he asked for a transfer, as Reinaldo was coming back.
With these guys, the 1980 Atlético squad is,
in my humble opinion,
its best team of all time.
The Brazilian Football Confederation
used to deliberately leave a bunch of loopholes,
to be used conveniently.
The first leg of the finals
should have been in Rio de Janeiro.
And the second leg here in Belo Horizonte.
But by the semifinals stage,
they changed it and said:
“The team with the least amount of points
will have home advantage in the first leg.”
In politics this is called casuistry,
and it's what they did time and time again.
Toninho Cerezo setting up a play…
Reinaldo, what a dribble!
And Andrade hits him hard!
An unsettling dribble by Reinaldo on Marinho.
Off-the-ball foul!
I knew Flamengo well.
I knew their strength:
the off-pitch.
Luizinho, Palhinha…
Another foul by Rondinelli.
He complained to Romualdo,
Romualdo threatened to send him off.
Romualdo Arpi Filho.
He was a technically sound ref,
but he also had a nickname:
"The Tiemaker".
His games were always draws.
In a decisive moment, Reinaldo,
the goalscorer from Minas, managed to get it in.
Thank God I managed to score one.
They couldn't disallow that one.
A chance for Pedrinho to cross here.
Raul leaves his goal…
The rebound,
the goal is open, Cerezo…
It hits the post!
In the second leg in Rio,
we knew it would be Aragão refereeing.
A bit of a shady character.
He had his deals.
That's how it goes, how can you prove anything?
A minute please, guys, just a minute…
Osmar with a clear space...
Atlético being the aggressive side tonight.
Flamengo gains possession, now Zico…
Pass to Nunes, he's got a chance…
Goal! Nunes!
Atlético attacks, Reinaldo…
A good opportunity, left foot…
Goal!
Atlético Mineiro gets there! Reinaldo!
Flamengo were still celebrating...
Always him, tipping the balance!
Inside the box, in the near post!
It's the equalizer here in Maracanã!
When I had the leg strain,
the Flamengo supporters cheered as if they had scored.
Reinaldo with his hand on his right leg…
It looks like a thigh strain...
Then whenever I got the ball,
I couldn't do much, they took it from me,
and the chants started: “Rotten, rotten…”.
Nice cross from Éder, Reinaldo is there…
Goal!
Goal from a one-legged man!
How is it possible, Zé Roberto?
Amazing Reinaldo!
He's giving everything out there!
Soon after I score
what should be the title-winning goal.
I got rewarded.
A completely wrong offside is given!
What was that call?
That's an absurd call,
they never should have given it,
ending a promising play by Atlético...
Red card, Reinaldo!
Reinaldo sent off for his unsportsmanlike behavior.
Red card to Reinaldo...
At 23 minutes of the second half,
soon after a preposterous offside call
by Mr. Carlos Rosa Martins...
Procópio invades the pitch, he's charging the ref!
The pitch is just a massive mess right now.
- This is vicious! Vicious! - You're out of here!
Procópio is sent off by Aragão,
along with Reinaldo.
What was done to Reinaldo is a crime.
A crime.
The arbitrariness of it.
It was a carefully thought out act.
It was a rash decision to send off
such a docile, levelheaded player.
I can't grasp the reason of this red card
after a call that harmed Atlético.
And probably,
with Reinaldo on the pitch,
the game would've ended in a draw.
It's undeniable that,
for a moment in Brazilian football,
every decision was tipped towards the Rio clubs,
rather than other States, that's undeniable.
Goal!
Flamengo!
It's ours, baby!
We're the real deal! Through to the final!
Flamengo takes the lead in Mineirão!
The Galo supporters start to chant “I believe”,
but let me say something: “I doubt it!”
Flamengo is on their way to the final!
Atlético needs to score four now…
A bit hard, huh? Not in this life!
I believe! I believe!
The human being has this crazy bond with pain.
When I see Galo supporters,
this bond is written all over us.
We're not cast in defeat,
but in acts of injustice.
And injustice is so powerful.
If you're unjust to any group,
any human group,
this group will grow so strong,
it will unite,
it will find an improbable power,
and get back at you.
Douglas Santos on the left flank,
he centers the ball, it's a chance!
Goal!
Galo scores the first
and now needs three more, tonight in Mineirão!
Galo!
Atlético attacks hastily,
passes the ball around but can't find space.
Flamengo is parking the bus.
The team from Minas races against the clock.
Dátolo with a chance to score, he shoots…
Goal!
I believe! I believe!
There's still time, and the chanting grows!
This crowd here believes.
Goal! Goal!
Goal!
Oh oh! This rooster is on fire!
Flamengo is dead and harmless,
Atlético steamrolled them tonight in Mineirão.
Luan's goal in that 4-1 win against Flamengo,
that goal was Reinaldo's.
It was him and his injured leg.
Dátolo's goal was actually an Éder left foot.
The players of that 4-1 win
were representing their pairs from the 1980s squad.
The president was not Alexandre,
but his father Elias, redeeming himself that night.
That was spectacular. Historic.
Galo supporters have two tales to tell
about that Brazil Cup
that are greater than any title.
They came back against Corinthians,
losing the first leg 2-0.
Losing by 3-0 on aggregate!
Then they came back against Flamengo,
losing the first leg 2-0.
Losing by 3-0 on aggregate!
Losing memorable matches.
All pointed to another defeat.
But no, 4-1.
This is a feeling, rather than a rational thing.
It's something beyond rationality.
With all due respect,
I didn't enjoy playing the small clubs
like Democratas or Valadares.
I actually enjoyed facing Cruzeiro, Flamengo, Corinthians,
these are the games you have to be at your best.
Physical, tough games.
But the rivalry with Cruzeiro was particularly heated.
A lot of brawling back in my day.
And that 1980s Atlético squad,
we demolished Cruzeiro every time.
It wasn't even a competition.
Our team was far superior.
Éder shoots!
Goal!
What a goal by the winger Éder!
Renato on the left flank,
good first touch, there's the tackle...
Toninho Cerezo has a clean shot!
Goal!
I started in the youth system at 10 years old,
the rivalry is already there, it's amazing.
And I've always been fortunate against Cruzeiro.
Always performing well,
always with good results against them.
The chairman's salary is the joy of the supporters.
And this year we can proudly say,
Atlético was champions on every level,
from U-15s, U-18s, U-20s to professional.
Was it worth it?
You bet it was!
Doesn't the rain dampen the enthusiasm?
No, it's all good!
The Atlético supporter is their greatest heritage.
It's not us, the players, we're temporary.
Atlético's greatest asset is its supporters.
It makes me shiver just talking about it.
They really make a difference.
The overlap and cross, he shoots…
Goal!
Atlético!
When my first daughter was born,
I was playing for Cruzeiro.
And by pure coincidence,
every game I took her to
the Atlético supporters were always packing Mineirão.
And she was stunned by that, the chanting, the flags...
So they decided to support Atlético then,
because of that display of love from the stands.
The Mineirão...
It trembled.
That feeling...
It fucks you up.
I usually say that the Atleticano should be examined…
By NASA, by scientists really,
it's not a task for a cheap psychologist.
When we pack the clubhouse for Atlético's foundation date,
even if we didn't win anything, why do we do it?
Why do we attend youth system games
and cheer the little boys on like they were our sons?
There's no reason for us to do all this.
I guess we're like this because…
Maybe it's better to shoot another movie
200 years from now,
and look for an answer then.
All I know is that when I meet the big guy up there
I'll thank him for making me this way.
We're not a cup-winning team.
We're a team of honor,
a team of guts, of tradition.
Another cup in the cabinet?
Big fucking deal.
I'm Atleticano, I don't care for Libertadores.
I'm a martyr.
I'm that guy who's debating football with a Cruzeiro supporter
and I manage to drive him mad without even winning anything.
The Cruzeiro supporter used to look at us with jealousy.
"How these motherfuckers with no titles
are still in love with this damn club?"
"And now they are actually winning stuff."
A really unforgettable, memorable night
for Atlético and Cruzeiro.
For the first time in 93 years,
they are, for the first time,
facing each other for a national title.
We had already beaten Corinthians and Flamengo
with two unbelievable comebacks.
Like they say,
“It's not a miracle, it's just Atlético Mineiro.”
To crown the title of this Cup of Cups,
the final match could only be against Cruzeiro.
The script was perfect,
pride against vanity,
in our first national finals against our rivals.
We're addicted to this unhinged feeling,
to this almost inevitable heart attack.
And we even wanted another epic triumph,
but Cruzeiro spoiled everything...
It was so easy that it almost got boring.
And these days, when life gets rough,
the Atleticano says:
“It's OK. If life was supposed to be easy,
it would be a never-ending final against Cruzeiro."
Marcos Rocha then Dátolo, who shoots...
3-0 in the aggregate.
Not to mention the thrashing!
Let's hear the 1854 Atleticanos present today!
The guys are tuned up!
Galo are champions of the 2014 Brazil Cup!
Oh, it's Galoucura!
Oh! It's Galoucura!
The team of blacks From the favelas
And when they play We pack the Mineirão
The team of blacks From the favelas
And when they play We pack the Mineirão
The team of blacks From the favelas
And when they play We pack the Mineirão
But Mineirão seems to be jinxed or something.
And there, nothing seemed to go right for us.
Alex is onside, it's him against Taffarel,
he'll take his chance, shoots...
Goal...
We blame the curse,
the Football Confederation,
the teams from Rio, from São Paulo…
We blame God,
who was never there to save us from these demons.
Even the stats seemed to mock us:
During the 1980s and 1990s,
we reached the national semifinals eight times
and the finals twice.
There's a cross from the byline, it finds Guilherme...
Goal!
We won none of them.
Marques is out of the game, correct?
That's right, he got injured near the corner flag,
he's out...
He fires a long shot...
Goal...
It's true, we were champions of the Conmebol Cup
in 1992 and 1997.
Two international titles
that are equivalent to today's Copa Sulamericana.
The cross comes in, Valdir is there...
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Needless to say, these games were always packed,
and we went in pilgrimage to see the cups in our clubhouse.
We celebrated as if it was a World Cup!
But the Gods owed us much more than that.
And we charged interest.
And we kept trying to collect this debt.
But the Gods would rather have a bad credit score
than settle this with us.
The 2000s arrived, and we were fucked,
thrashed, up to our necks in debt...
We had seen everything.
Well, not everything.
We hadn't seen the worst.
Our relegation match was against Vasco.
Five games to go, Atlético needed five wins.
We won three.
The fourth was against Vasco,
we drew them and got relegated.
The first Brazilian Champion
is relegated to the Second Division,
but the 46 thousand supporters are clapping and cheering.
What a display of love from them.
And they're singing Atlético's anthem!
This scene makes you shiver...
What a beautiful moment.
What a beautiful moment here in Mineirão.
It hurts.
But I believe every big club eventually gets relegated.
But in order to bounce back as beautifully as Atlético did,
you have to have something off-pitch called “fans”.
There was this question mark on our hands,
“How will it be from now on?”
But then we saw the same Mineirão trembling
in the Second Division,
when the TV stations
had to broadcast Galo games in the second tier,
and the sports press had to talk about us,
and the TV pundits too,
often ignoring the first tier so they could talk about us...
Then the question mark
became a big exclamation mark:
“Galo is still badass!”
We're not fair weather fans,
we have history.
“I'll only attend when the team is on a roll”?
No.
In the worst moments of Atlético's history,
I was there with my peers.
Get it?
As well as everyone.
Ole ole ole ole!
I'll leave the Second Division!
At last!
The paper had a photo of me crying last year,
now they are tears of happiness!
We managed to recover Atlético in the first year,
we're back to the top flight now,
from where we should have never left.
Atlético has a repertoire of prayers.
We pray collectively.
Our faith is unshakable.
We're always winners,
because we don't need numbers to win.
Our victory is being born Atleticanos.
Atlético was an indebted club,
we hit the papers in the crime section...
Yeah... Anyway.
But then...
A madman came around.
An Atletico supporter called Alexandre Kalil.
The Atlético fan is, above all, fair.
In our worst moments, they were just to me.
How many times we were on the verge of being relegated,
but they came to me saying:
“It's not your fault.”
And it was, I was the chief,
I knew it was.
The supporters always protected me.
Even if there weren't titles or anything.
The supporters' love for me
comes from how they perceive my affection and care for the club.
It's not about this or that title.
It's a feeling of protection.
And for the past 6 years I've been wondering about this.
Now I'll send a message.
To Brazil and to the world.
You know who just arrived at Galo?
Ronaldinho Gaúcho!
Look at that...
Ronaldinho Gaúcho in Belo Horizonte.
Already wearing his training gear...
Atlético and Kalil just don't learn.
In 2009 and 2010, after two good years,
they decide to hire Luxemburgo,
rebuild the whole squad, and almost got relegated.
And now again, State champions under Cuca,
they may have signed with a diva,
and who knows what will happen with the team.
That's crazy, Kalil!
You went mad!
People say that I'm crazy,
but turning down Ronaldinho Gaúcho,
I'm not on that level of madness.
See?
I'm only half crazy, not 100%.
The Galo supporters…
Anyone who ever played here... It makes you shiver.
My mother got sick,
so they made that flag,
when it unfurled…
My mother's face on it...
Yup...
"They embraced me", I said.
"Now I'm with them for the long haul."
Ronaldinho has a break,
Júnior César is unmarked,
he decided to do it himself,
right feet on the ball…
Goal!
When the opportunity arrived,
after so many years.
We were finally back to Libertadores,
with Ronaldinho at the helm and everything...
I said:
“This was the moment we waited for our entire lives.”
Our entire lives.
Having a player of that caliber,
back in Libertadores,
and with a good squad.
Runner-ups in the previous year National Championship.
After 13 years absent from a Libertadores edition,
Atlético finished first of their group,
with the best overall campaign.
Nobody was a match for us.
In the round-of-16,
Galo triumphed against São Paulo 4-1,
in one of their most memorable matches ever.
A payback on the club
that stole the 1977 championship from us.
The wind blew in our favor now,
and the black and white jersey
was proudly worn around the city.
But life is a roller coaster for the Atleticano.
If you can make it harder, why make it easy?
By then, we couldn't imagine
that ahead of us was one of the most thrilling
cup runs in football history.
A story that you hear and think,
“They should do a movie about it.”
Take the game to them, Galo!
It's hard to be heard here,
the noise and chanting are so intense that
it makes it hard to hear each other.
That match had a different atmosphere.
I find it hard to explain exactly what it was.
I recall that...
The first minutes of the match
already hinted how that match was going to play out.
How the 90 minutes would be.
The second half started,
and things were looking grim to us.
Tijuana managed to get a break
and it was a 2-on-1 against me,
I managed to stop the striker from finishing it.
Then there's the key moment.
I like to record the supporters during the games,
so I always have my back turned to the pitch.
And that was the first time
I couldn't bring myself to record something in a match.
And it was my father's birthday, he's a Cruzeiro supporter.
I kept thinking about what he used to say:
"You'll never manage to win anything,
Atlético always gets beaten in the end,
you always find a way to screw up."
And as it was his birthday, I kept hearing his voice in my head.
It was the right call. This is just terribly unfortunate...
He still has to take it, now it's up to Victor…
For God's sake, I can't believe it...
It had “Atletico” written all over it.
Conceding a last-minute goal like that.
How many times didn't we have a better team and,
when it mattered, it didn't go our way?
Against Portuguesa in 1996, São Caetano in 2001...
How am I supposed to go live after this,
to talk about it on TV?
I'd have to talk about it!
I'd have to say that Atletico disappointed,
played horribly and deserved to lose.
It's up to you, Victor!
It's up to you!
The ref will end the match after this. 92nd minute.
I tried to keep my feet on the line until the last moment,
to make it harder for Riascos.
He ran…
Saved by Victor!
It's a goal!
It's a goal for Galo!
Victor! Victor! Victor!
He's the best keeper in Brazil!
Victor!
Go damn!
He's the best keeper in Brazil!
Victor!
From a certain point in time,
maybe even before that one game against Tijuana,
I began to visualize the Libertadores title, like...
Just around the corner.
But we kept losing the away games by 2-0,
always needing to bounce back at home,
I used to say: "But people, I...
I foresaw it, I visualized us winning this Libertadores!"
But there we were, losing to Newell's, 2-0.
Goal!
Newell's Old Boys!
Atlético now needs to win the next leg by 3-0
if they want to go through this round without a penalty shootout.
3-0 or more.
Within 3 minutes, Bernard scored the goal,
and I think that this cleared our perspective to reverse the outcome.
This was a tricky match for us,
I recall our difficulty to penetrate Newell's defense,
they were parking the bus.
The lights are going off, huh?
Yes, a lot of them are off.
At the 77th minute mark, the pitch is dark…
Victor's goal is completely dark...
Almost all lights are off by now...
It was God.
God shut off the electrical panel.
Galo was suffering to find a breach in the Argentinian defense,
and desperately needed one more goal
to take the semifinal to a penalty shootout.
A power outage left the stadium in the dark,
interrupting the match.
It was then,
under the veil of night,
that the mantra that lives inside our soul was invented.
I believe!
Look what a beautiful message,
while the light doesn't come back.
This might be the light
at the end of the tunnel for Atletico...
Marcos Rocha throws it into the box,
the defender clears the ball, another cross,
the ball rebounds to Guilherme, he hits it…
Goal!
Thank you, God!
Using their last shred of strength, Galo gets there!
Guilherme takes the game to a penalty shootout...
Our coach Cuca asked me
if we should pick the side with our supporters for the shootout,
so the fans could exert some pressure.
I remember saying to him:
"Cuca, on that side the penalty spot has a different type of grass.
The whole thing is a bit flimsy. It could be a problem."
Jô missed it.
And after that, comes Richarlison.
Right when he placed his weak foot, the spot fell apart.
His shot was wide because of it.
And I noticed it and thought this could cost us the win.
Ronaldinho on the ball, come on Ronaldinho…
Focus, R10...
Galo needs you now, more than ever…
If he scores it's 3-2,
and then it's in Victor's hands...
Newell's best player Maxi Rodriguez is ready to take it,
Victor has the chance of saving this and sending Galo to the final…
Victor!
We made history,
but there's greater things on our path.
Let's keep it humble, doing our thing.
We know who we are, let's go!
Let's focus even more now,
because this may not be the most important match of everyone's career,
but it is for the club. For the club.
Dangerous free kick for Olimpia to take here.
They wait for the whistle...
We're already in injury time,
Galo is down one man,
critical set piece opportunity for Olimpia.
He takes it, goal!
Olimpia gets there!
Incredible.
Atlético incredibly concedes this goal,
in the last minute of injury time.
Now Galo's mission back home is even harder.
Their fans invaded the pitch.
We were walking off and they were chanting.
“Champions, champions...”
You feel the urge to start a fight,
to not let them celebrate.
It was not over, but there they were.
But we walked off...
In the dressing room, the atmosphere is very sad,
a feeling that everything is lost,
you want to get up, but you can't,
it's too much of a shock.
“Why did we concede? Why did we foul them there?
Why did we put someone on the goal line?
Another 2-0.
Again. Another week like that.”
2013 Libertadores final!
In their 105 years of history,
Atlético plays today their most important match ever.
These incredible supporters showed up once again,
as they did throughout all the competition.
This would be the 17th title for a Brazilian team,
and the first for Atlético.
“I believe,” they sing.
In the first leg in Asunción, a 2-0 defeat.
So Atletico needs to win today.
Good play on the left flank,
he's in position to score, Olimpia…
Victor saves it and saves Galo once again!
Tardelli links up with Jô, back to Tardelli, he shoots...
Over the bar!
Prepare your heart...
Prepare your heart because...
In the second half it's all or nothing.
Bernard with the ball,
Jô waits for the cross, it's too high,
Tardelli on the far post, he shoots!
Jô with the rebound!
Jô manages to turn, he shoots...
The keeper saves, but Jô has another chance!
Michel makes the cross,
He's onside, tries to set up...
Leo Silva with a header…
It hits the crossbar!
Ronaldinho takes the free kick, there's the header…
He saves it, incredible!
Ronaldinho shoots it, Tardelli!
Olimpia has it in the midfield,
through ball to Ferreyra,
Victor leaves the goal...
He slipped!
Ferreyra is so bad!
He slips and misses the title goal!
Ferreyra, an open goal…
I guess Kalil's late father nudged him to the ground, mine too...
Each and every Atleticano from Heaven helped there, I mean it!
I shiver until this day… No way...
It was the end right there.
It might be now, the cross…
Atletico asks for a penalty,
the ref says play on,
cross coming from the right flank,
the header...
Goal!
Galo gets there!
Dear God, why does it have to be so difficult?
Leo Silva sends it to the back of the net
and the black and white crowd here in Mineirão
can now breathe!
By the 87th minute mark…
So came extra time.
We lost Bernard, with cramps in both legs.
It was so painful he couldn't even move.
Alecsandro missed a good opportunity in the final minutes too.
Anyway, penalties again.
Score! Score!
Before the shootout,
our physician Delmiro
handed me a rosary a supporter had given him.
Every time we were shooting,
Martín Silva threw the rosary behind the goal,
so when I was up, I took the rosary
and placed it behind the goal line.
In their second-to-last shot,
I took the rosary with me.
I recall saying to Leo Silva:
“You can celebrate, this one's not going in.
You can start celebrating."
Galo are your 2013 Libertadores da America champions!
Galo achieves a historical feat here in Mineiräo,
a place of so many sorrows for these supporters!
1977 wasn't the time, 1999 wasn't the time,
God had something greater for us in store!
Thank you, God!
Thank you for giving such joy to these fans!
Congratulations, Clube Atletico Mineiro!
Congratulations, Galo!
You who are so loved, my fierce Galo!
Libertadores champions!
Thank you for giving this joy to these supporters,
these people whose soul is black and white,
who endured so much until this day!
Now they can let it all out! Champions!
Amazing!
The drought is over!
42 years later,
the boys in black and white are Libertadores champions!
We were cast in suffering.
And those who are cast only in joy and titles,
they are dull.
They are not deep.
They don't understand sadness, there's no loss.
Champions, champions!
Galo, Galo!
Galo!
We're champions! We're Galo! We're Galo!
We're here to cheer you on.
It doesn't matter if we have to fight.
No matter when or where.
Galoucura will be there!
That “Galo” chant,
is the most soulful chant of a Brazilian team.
It comes from within…
If you need proof that there is a soul,
just listen to that “Galo…”.
Echoing in Mineirão...
And I watched that and thought:
“These people need to leave this stadium happy.”
Galo!
There's something that mixes heroism with pain.
A mix of sadness, of having to deal with disappointment,
and the explosion of a different kind of joy.
And sometimes a single game puts it all on the line.
In that match, it's everything on the line.
Thank you God, father, mother, uncle,
for making me Atleticana.
This is me:
Carol,
a woman,
black,
a supporter.
But there's no better definition of me
than the sentence on the banner
in the background of this picture:
We - the Atleticano always speak in plurals…
“We will stay and sing.”
No matter what happens,
in any time or circumstance,
this is an assurance for us in life.
We will stay and sing.
Dear passengers...
Go, Galo!
What makes me sad is to think that
if we had won against Raja Casablanca,
we'd have been club world champions.
We'd do to Bayern Munich what Raja did to us.
I truly believe in it.
Allah gave them a hand,
it's pretty tough to win there…
Clube Atletico Mineiro!
Once and until we die!
Come on guys, Galo supporters until the end!
Damn right, until we die...
This was in Morocco, after the game…
The players change, Atlético remains.
That's right, brother.
Being an Atletico supporter is a gift.
My friend Valdoveu says something beautiful:
“Atletico is so good to me,
that they don't even have to win, just to exist."
I'm retired these days, people ask me what do I do.
I say I'm an Atletico supporter.
“I mean, what's your profession?”
“To support Atletico.” This is my main activity.
I remember Reinaldo vividly, very vividly.
His own story
is also Galo's story, up until that Libertadores.
It was beautiful to hear from him
that he watched the Libertadores title
sitting in the same spot he was in 1977,
on that game he was wrongly sent off.
So he sat on the same spot.
And by chance, it was the spot where he watched the title.
He breathes Atletico...
I just wanted to thank you for the tremendous support,
since day one,
in the hardest moment of my career and my life,
you embraced me.
And my greatest joy
is to give back to you, together with my teammates,
I won't ever forget you,
for all I lived here.
And...
We're the damn Galo, man!
My mother still tells about the time
when her father used to sit beneath a mango tree,
ear glued to the radio, listening to Atlético games, screaming:
“Cira, Cira! Reinaldo scored! Paulo Isidoro!”
He'd tell her everything.
As fate would have it, I became an Atletico player.
On my first game, people asked me
what surname I wanted to use, Aquino or Rocha.
Then I remembered my grandfather Rocha.
And chose to be Marcos Rocha in tribute to him...
Maybe there's a difference,
and I don't mean to boast,
between me and other professionals,
is that they are more balanced than me,
and chose not to show very clearly
their preferences when it came to football clubs.
And I, contradicting all guides for good journalism,
have always been a supporter when announcing games.
The Atletico fans felt this,
and the affection they show for me may come from that.
Rap music has a lot of black, urban culture.
And Galo is the team of the masses.
In Minas Gerais, there’s no way,
Galo is the club of the masses.
The common people are Atletico supporters, the favelas…
Rap music and Galo come from the same place...
It's the final whistle, Galo are champions!
Galo wins the Recopa Sulamericana
in an amazing fashion here in Belo Horizonte!
Galo are champions!
Galo!
Yet another international title for Galo!