1970 FIFA World Cup Official Film

CHEERING

In 1966,

England won the World Cup for the first time.

To the English who invented the game, it seemed natural justice.

Now it is 1970,

and they must travel to defend their title

to Mexico.

MEXICAN FIESTA MUSIC

Eight of the party travelling today were in the victorious Wembley team,

but that was four years ago.

In a game where two minutes, even 30 seconds

can make the difference between victory and defeat,

four years can be a career.

Around the world, 14 other national teams are travelling to Mexico

to dispute England's title.

15 teams travel,

one waits at home -

Mexico.

TRIUMPHANT MUSIC

WHISTLE BLOWS TO BEAT OF MUSIC

MEXICAN TV CHATTER

REPORTER CONTINUES IN SPANISH

GLASS SMASHES

LATIN DRUMBEAT

-BOY:

-'Pele...

'Banks...

'Tostao...

'Riva...

'Beckenbauer...'

CROWD ROARS

'They're all here in Mexico!

'If I could get to the Azteca Stadium,

'just see the Azteca...

'..I'd see Pele, scorer of 1,000 goals,

'really see Pele.

'Mama, she wouldn't let me.

'She wouldn't understand.

'But if she didn't know...

'I've got money. I could take my money!

'And...hitchhike!'

PIGS GRUNT AND SQUEAL

Gracias!

Adios!

'Foreigners going to Mexico City!

'Wouldn't you know it?

'Foreigners going all the way to the Azteca.

I - Lucy.

He - Harry.

Me - Tarzan!

HARRY AND LUCY LAUGH

'I told them my mother was sending me to Mexico City

'to stay with my sister

'and I'd lost my bus fare.

'That's why I was hitchhiking.

'Today I found out something -

'foreigners will believe anything!'

'Wow!

'I'm really here!

'That's it -

'the Azteca Stadium!

'The question is - how am I going to get in?'

Come on, get down.

Come along.

Hurry up.

All right, let's go.

Adios, Tarzan.

Bye!

The last day of May 1970.

Today the eyes of all Mexico and half the world

are focused on this cascade of concrete called Azteca.

40 years ago, Mexico kicked off the very first World Cup in Uruguay.

Now, they stage the World Cup in their country, in their stadium.

Ooh, it's Tarzan.

Oh, no.

You forgot this.

In those 40 years,

the World Cup has risen to rival the Olympic Games

as THE world sports spectacular.

70 teams competed to come here.

16 have qualified.

To play here is an honour.

To be here an unforgettable experience.

The banners of the 16 qualifying nations are carried into the arena.

Germany - beaten finalists in 1966,

determined to go one better.

Belgium - surprise potential.

Brazil - crowd favourites.

Bulgaria - hard, well-drilled.

Czechoslovakia - strong defence.

El Salvador - fought a war to be here.

England - defending champions.

Uruguay - iron wall defence.

Mexico - host team,

vociferous home support.

16 nations, some confident,

some without real hope,

but thinking of the uncertainties of the game,

the way luck plays its tricks and dreaming of the miracle.

For Russia and Mexico, the moment of truth is today.

They go onto the field for the opening ceremony.

CROWD ROARS

Even before the kick-off,

the Russians have made their first tactical move.

They don't risk their team for a half hour of handshaking

in the broiling midday sun.

For that chore, they field a team of reserves.

The team captains -

Shesternyov for Russia, Pena for Mexico.

Referee - Kurt Tschenscher of Germany.

He'll be the first to institute FIFA's new rules for referees.

The balloons rise and with them soar

the hopes of all Mexico for their team.

CROWD CHEER

-THEY CHANT:

-Mexico!

Mexico!

They are unashamedly, exuberantly partisan.

And they want the world to know it.

Now hopes, dreams and ambitions give way to realities

as Russia kicks off World Cup '70.

The first casualty, Referee Tschenscher.

The first game of the series opens, understandably,

with tentative midfield play.

Surge attacks launched from a firmly entrenched defence.

First scoring chance for Mexico. Velarde centres to Lopez.

Perez to Fragoso.

Valdivia crashes down.

And for the first time, we see the card cautioning system.

It's a yellow card this time.

That means the offending player is cautioned.

There is also a red card.

The player shown that is sent off.

The stadium is over capacity but outside,

there are many more who travelled hopefully without tickets.

They listen in on radio or share a TV set,

but they are here on hand to share the excitement of the crowds.

Sadly, the excitement is ALL in the crowds.

The game they watch becomes even more defensive, ever less venturesome.

And so, at full-time, with few chances made and none taken,

the game ends without score.

To the Mexican team, this is satisfaction enough.

Tired, exhausted, the strain showing,

they take what consolation they can in that.

The first of the Group 2 matches is played in Puebla.

Only slightly lower in altitude than Mexico City,

Puebla claims it has the most beautiful stadium.

Here, Israel will meet Uruguay.

Israel is the first representative of the Asian Confederation to qualify.

Uruguay have won the cup twice - in 1930 and 20 years later in 1950.

Now, 20 years later still, they think it might be their turn again.

22 minutes gone.

Ildo Maneiro heads and Uruguay scores the first goal of the 1970 series.

That's the only goal of the first half.

At half-time, Uruguay 1-0 Israel.

In the 52nd minute, Mujica.

WHISTLE BLOWS And that's how it ends -

Uruguay 2-0 Israel.

The Jalisco Stadium, Guadalajara,

the venue for Group 3 games,

the toughest group of the four.

England play here, Brazil, Czechoslovakia and Romania.

Guadalajara is the second-largest city in Mexico,

356 miles from the Azteca.

The first match of this group

is to be between holders England and Romania.

Cooper goes down.

It's to be a game played in the hard European style.

Even the referee is European - Loraux of Belgium.

Mullery this time. WHISTLE BLOWS

Referee Loraux keeping a firm hand.

Moore to Ball.

And out to Lee.

An all-European match

but the Romanians might be playing at home for the support they receive from the crowd.

The Mexicans are willing to shout for any team playing England.

The series has found its villains.

Romanian danger man is number 9, Dumitrache.

But it is England that press the attack.

Lee attacking.

Avoids one tackle but Mocanu gets him.

England presses.

Romania is pulling nine men back into defence.

65 minutes gone.

Ball.

To Lee. To Hurst.

England go one ahead and stay there. The champions have drawn first blood.

England 1-0 Romania.

And the thin English support parades its defiance of the crowd's derision.

Leon, capital of the state of Guanajuato.

Group 4 matches will be played here - Germany, Morocco, Peru and Bulgaria.

First in the list, Bulgaria versus Peru. Bulgaria kicks off.

The young Peruvian team are shaken by news from home of the worst

earthquake disaster in recent history. They wanted to return home.

Their government ordered them to play on

for the morale of their stricken countrymen.

They wear black ribbons on their shirts in mourning.

Maybe this news from home is the cause of their shaky start.

They give away a free kick. Bulgarian Yakimov to take it.

To Bonev.

To Dermendzhiev. And Bulgaria are one up.

Peru is a young side, full of promise,

and they fight back.

But five minutes into the second half,

they give away another free kick.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Bonev takes this one...

..immaculately. Bulgaria 2-0 Peru.

All seems lost for Peru, to everyone except the young Peruvians.

They play their hearts out.

Gallado putting them back in the game.

Peru 1-2 Bulgaria.

Shalamanov brings down Sotil and now Peru gets a free kick.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Chumpitaz takes it.

Peru have levelled 2-2.

The spirit flows back into the Peruvians now.

Cubillas of Peru.

Peru go ahead 3-2.

Good news for Peru. A whole heap of happiness.

Group 2 again. Italy meet Sweden. Sweden have been finalists before.

Twice cup winners Italy are here to lay the ghost of their ignominious

exit from the 1966 competition, when they were beaten by North Korea.

In the 10th minute, they bury the past.

Mazzola centres to Boninsegna,

to Riva. The ball hits the post.

It comes out of the scramble to Domenghini.

Hellstrom is far too late. Italy 1-0 Sweden.

Sweden make desperate efforts to get on terms.

Kindvall goes past Albertosi and the ball is in the net.

But the referee says "no" and that's as close as Sweden come to scoring.

At full-time, Italy 1-0 Sweden.

In Guadalajara, twice champions Brazil meet Czechoslovakia.

It's Brazil's first time out in the 1970 series.

They failed early in 1966 because Pele failed.

Now here he is again, four years later, four years older.

Everyone waits to see whether the magic is still with him.

Backing him in attack are Jairzinho, Rivellino and Tostao -

a dreaded attacking line.

But the Brazil defence is said to be doubtful.

Czechoslovakian Petras gets through.

23-year-old Petras the scorer - and he wants everyone to know.

12 minutes later, Pele. He takes a dive.

But it looks good to Uruguayan referee Barreto

and the prize is a Brazilian set piece free kick, their speciality.

The nervous Czechs eye Pele

but it's Rivellino who takes it.

And Brazil are level.

In the second half, Pele.

Brazil are ahead 2-1.

Now it's Jairzinho, minutes from time.

Brazil are two up.

Jairzinho again, seconds to full-time. A one-man attack.

Brazil 4-1 Czechoslovakia.

Brazil meet England next and the holders are served notice

that Brazil are back, masters of the game.

Now in Group 4 at Leon,

it's 1966 finalists Germany against no-chance Morocco.

At least that's what the form book says.

The Moroccans, fit and confident, with no expectation of glory,

are determined not to miss chances.

In the 22nd minute, Moroccan Jarir pierces the panicking German defence.

Morocco are ahead. The crowd buzzes.

They remember giant killers North Korea in 1966.

The German counterattack is furious.

The Moroccan goalkeeper Allal Kassou. Superb, dazzling stuff.

But Uwe Seeler can also dazzle.

56 minutes gone, Uwe Seeler.

Unmistakable. Germany level at 1-1.

78th minute of play and a rebound.

Muller is there.

Germany 2-1 Morocco. The Moroccans have tasted glory.

It remains to be seen what they do with it.

At the end, Germany win 2-1.

Now in the Azteca,

the crowd await the start of the game between Russia and Belgium.

With deep shadows bisecting the Azteca pitch, Belgium kicks off.

Russia have yet to score.

It seems it's the Belgians who know the way to the goalmouth.

But they can't get it in the net - and that's the only place it counts.

14 minutes gone, Byshovets -

and Russia's first goal.

At the end of the first half, Russia 1-0 Belgium.

Yevriuzhikin.

Heylens, Belgian full-back.

14 minutes of the second half gone. Asatiani.

Byshovets all alone.

Russia are three up.

Khmelnitsky moving down the wing.

Out to Yevriuzhikin.

To Khmelnitsky.

Russia 4-0 Belgium.

Belgium are playing far below their normal game but they keep trying.

Then luck gives a glance their way.

Van Moer shoots. It rebounds.

Lambert scores Belgium's only consolation.

Russia win 4-1, have three points and only El Salvador left to meet.

They seem set for the quarterfinals.

In Group 4, Morocco meets Peru.

Can Morocco now prove itself the giant killers of the 1970 series?

Peru, flushed with their 3-2 success over Bulgaria, say "no".

Peru are one up.

The Moroccan defence isn't working as it did against Germany.

Three minutes later,

Challe goes through the confused Moroccan defence.

Cubillas acrobatically making it 3-0.

Not even the cat-like grace of Allal Kassou could hold back the tide.

More good news for Peru. Disappointment for Morocco.

Peru win 3-0 and are in the quarterfinals.

Not so good news for El Salvador.

They lost 3-0 to Belgium and now face home team Mexico.

Mexico have yet to score in the competition

and their first goal, when it comes, is full of controversy.

Valdivia puts the ball past Magana, and all hell breaks loose.

The Salvadorians pursue Referee Kandil

and claim they should have had a free kick.

And if that isn't enough, then Valdivia was offside.

Kandil wants to get the game restarted. The Salvadorians don't.

The referee starts issuing cautions.

BOOING

WHISTLE BLOWS

All Kandil wants is to get the game restarted

but El Salvador is determined not to let him.

They don't want the ball on the spot. They prefer it off the field.

CHEERING WHISTLE BLOWS

The Mexican crowd are, naturally enough,

giving Referee Kandil their full support.

Then Referee Kandil hits on a happy solution.

He blows his whistle for half-time.

The Salvadorians, who fought a war to be here,

look as if they're going off to declare another one. But they don't.

They come back for the second half.

Dispirited by losing the argument, they proceed to lose the match.

Valdivia goes through on his own.

Mexico are two up, to the joy of Mexican goalkeeper Calderon.

Lopez combines with Fragoso, effectively.

3-0 now and Mexico are delirious with joy.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Basaguren substitutes for Lopez and immediately joins the celebrations,

making it 4-0 for Mexico, giving them the lead in Group 1.

In Group 2, Sweden meet Israel.

It's a haggle rather than a match.

Both teams give Ethiopian referee Tarekegn a lot of problems.

Minor petty incidents form a running background to major fouls.

Here, we see less in international sport

than in a game which would disgrace schoolboys.

Tarekegn appeals for calm but in vain.

While Sweden's captain Hellstrom lies in agony,

Israel's number 12 Schwager

and Sweden's number 11 Orjan Persson can't stay away from each other

but their attitude is not one of admiration.

In the 54th minute, out of brawling chaos,

comes Turesson and Sweden are one ahead.

Israel is spurred to counterattack.

Spiegler launches into the Swedish half too excitedly.

Spiegler kicks Larsson, who nearly forgets to take his dive.

The Swedes, who have abolished capital punishment at home,

seem to want to make a exception for Spiegler.

Probably wished they had because three minutes later,

Spiegler scores the equaliser for Israel.

And that's how it ends. Bruises but no bones broken and one goal each.

Guadalajara, and in the blazing heat of noon,

the game billed as "The Clash of Champions" -

England meets Brazil.

Brazil were the defending champions when England won in 1966.

Now, Brazil are ready to show that the trophy should belong to them.

Both teams try to establish early superiority

but they're too closely matched for the quick, easy kill.

Between them,

these two teams have more world-class players than any other.

Watch this sequence in one movement.

Tostao to Rivellino.

To Pele. His mis-kick picked up by Peters.

Ball.

Charlton.

Wright.

Lee.

Bobby Charlton picks up, moving forward all the time.

Out to Hurst.

Lee.

Ball again.

Wright.

Lee and Brazilian goalkeeper Felix has little trouble.

Jairzinho goes down the wing,

Pele is in the centre, ever-dangerous.

Pele gets the pass

and Banks makes the save of a lifetime.

The temperature is in the high 90s now.

The heat, the impasse, the tension starts to take toll of tempers.

Mullery out to Wright.

Centres to Lee.

Felix saves it, Lee kicks him.

The stadium erupts in anger.

Lee protests it was an accident.

Neither the crowd nor the Brazilians are prepared to believe him.

Charlton goes to help and gets punched for his trouble.

The game is restarted but Lee is not forgotten, he's marked for revenge.

Lee starts another attack.

Carlos Alberto is waiting, the foul is blatant

but Brazil can do no wrong here.

Referee Klein of Israel admonishes Carlos Alberto

but he's only mildly interested.

Is the "Clash of Champions" to become a backyard brawl?

Pele comes in to take a hand.

He speaks to his team-mates and that settles it.

Football it's going to be.

But at half-time, still no score.

And for five minutes after the time for restart, no Brazil.

Banks has found the only shade.

England is kept waiting in the coppery sun by this

piece of Brazilian gamesmanship before Brazil

make their belated appearance to the applause of the crowd.

Tostao finally kicks off the second half.

And now both teams justify their reputations with superb soccer.

Paulo Cezar to Rivellino.

To captain Carlos Alberto.

To Tostao.

Rebound off Labone, Tostao retrieves.

Paulo Cezar again.

Tostao elbows through.

To Pele.

To Jairzinho and not even Banks can save them all!

The champions are beaten 1-0.

Leon, Group 4, and Germany play Bulgaria.

Bulgaria take a free kick.

Asparuhov to Nikodimov and...

Bulgaria go ahead 1-0.

But the Germans are specialists at coming from behind.

And newcomer Libuda starts down the wing.

The ball deflects and Libuda has scored.

The Bulgarians protest but Libuda has no doubts. Neither do the crowd.

It's 1-1.

The 22nd minute, Libuda again. To Muller.

Libuda, by his inspirational play, has made himself a marked man

and he's chopped down by a desperate Bulgarian defence.

Simeonov awaits the inevitable penalty.

Muller to take it.

Germany 3-1 Bulgaria.

70 minutes gone, Muller to Seller.

Germany 4-1 Bulgaria.

The ubiquitous Libuda again to Muller who heads his third

goal of the match, Germany's fifth.

Germany's strength is now fully deployed

but Bulgaria go out fighting.

Two minutes from time, Kolev,

and a goal.

Germany win 5-2 to go into the quarterfinals.

While Russia inevitably beats El Salvador in Group 1,

Sweden plays Uruguay in Group 2.

To qualify for the quarterfinals,

Sweden must beat Uruguay by more than two goals.

The Swedes press hard from the start.

Kindvall puts the ball into the untended net.

United States referee Landauer says no goal.

The Uruguayans, needing only a draw to qualify,

try to shut the game up tight but Sweden need these points too badly.

Substitute Grahn seconds from time.

Sweden are ahead but not by the two goals they need.

They angrily claim Landauer had earlier robbed them of a good goal.

The Uruguayans are stunned to be beaten by Sweden.

Angrily, they scream at their own team

but Uruguay have qualified, Sweden have not.

Sweden have won 1-0.

Brazil meets Romania in Guadalajara.

Brazil is resting stars Gerson and Rivellino

but Pele is there to take this free kick, classically.

Brazil 1-0 Romania.

Now, Cezar, Jairzinho, 2-0.

But Romania are not out of it yet.

34 minutes gone and Dumitrache is through.

Brazil 2-1 Romania.

The Romanian celebration is short-lived.

Tostao, an incredible heel-kick to Pele.

3-1.

Romania's turn. Satmareanu crosses to Dembrovschi.

Romania only one down now.

But time runs out.

They are out, Brazil is in the quarterfinals along with

England who will meet the winner of Group 4.

Leadership of Group 4 is to be decided here

between Germany and Peru.

With two wins each, both are certain to qualify for the quarterfinals.

The issue to be decided is who plays England.

Uwe Seller, German team captain.

Libuda, who in the 18th minute centres to Muller.

Germany are one up.

Peru's goalkeeper Rubinos senses this might not be his day.

Seven minutes later, Lohr gets the ball, beats Gonzalez,

crosses to Muller.

Germany 2-0 Peru.

Muller has scored both Germany goals so far and in the 37th minute,

he receives from Uwe Seller.

Muller completes his second hat-trick of the series.

Peru seems beaten when Schnellinger brings down

de la Torre on the edge of the penalty area.

Peru are awarded a free kick.

Cubillas takes it.

A deflection past Sepp Maier.

Germany win, lead Group 4 and now play England in the quarterfinals.

Martin!

That's where you are.

Really, he's football-mad.

In the Azteca, Mexico plays Belgium.

The game is vital to both since either, by winning, can qualify.

Russia already occupies one of the two possible places

so one of these teams must be eliminated.

Mexico kicks off.

In the 15th minute, Valdivia and Jeck clash.

Referee Coerezza of the Argentine awards a penalty.

Jeck protests it was a 50-50 ball.

They press their protest home

and Coerezza gets some rough handling from the Belgians.

Play is held up two minutes before Pena takes the penalty.

Mexico go one up.

In the second half, as badly as Belgium need these points,

they can't get through the massed Mexican defence.

Mexico win 1-0 and are in the quarterfinals for the first

time in their history.

And in Mexico City, it's fiesta in the streets.

MARIACHI-STYLE MUSIC PLAYS

Of the original 16 teams, eight are now eliminated.

Of the survivors, Russia plays Uruguay,

Italy plays Mexico, Brazil plays Peru,

Germany plays England.

First of the quarterfinal playoffs is between Russia and Uruguay.

They've already played full-time,

90 minutes of unremarkable football without score.

Now, they must play an extra half-hour.

Russia, winners of Group 1, started as favourites for this game.

Uruguay, beaten by Sweden, ended runners-up to Italy in Group 2.

Within seconds of the restart of extra time,

Byshovets of Russia nets the ball.

Referee van Ravens from Holland says no goal.

Uruguayan fans breathe again.

Then within seconds of the end, Ubina puts in a high cross

and both Ancheta and Shesternyov rise to it.

There is a scramble.

Ancheta gets it to Esparrago and the ball is in.

The Uruguayans celebrate, the Russians protest.

They claim the ball was out of play.

Let's see it again.

Russian team captain Shesternyov rises with Ancheta.

They scramble.

The ball is on the line or was it out?

The Russians continue their protest.

Van Ravens has to make an on-the-spot decision without slow-motion

film to help him. His decision is in.

Russia are out of the series.

Uruguay will meet the winner of the quarterfinal match

between Brazil and Peru.

Peru, not rated highly when they arrived here,

have survived complete with mascot to the quarterfinals.

Referee Loraux of Belgium limbers up.

Brazil kicks off.

At first, Peru worries the now-notorious Brazilian defence.

But the Brazilian attack more than compensates.

Tostao flicks to Rivellino and his first-time shot puts Brazil ahead.

Tostao runs into the net with joy.

His joy is not shared by Peru's goalkeeper Rubinos.

Minutes later,

and the Tostao-Rivellino combination works again.

Tostao from an incredible angle. Brazil go two up.

Now, Gallardo for Peru.

Matching Tostao.

In the second half, a Pele centre to Tostao.

Brazil 3-1 Peru.

But Peru haven't given up.

Peruvian attackers are going down like 9-pins when Cubillas shoots.

Brazil 3-2 Peru.

Rubinos is way out of position. Jairzinho goes past him.

Brazil 4-2 Peru.

And that's how it ends.

Brazil plays Uruguay in the semifinals.

In Toluca, Mexico meet Italy.

Italy have only scored once on their way here.

Mexico have scored five and conceded none.

The Mexicans now dream of further glory.

In the 12th minute, it seems that they will achieve it.

Fragoso starts the run, Italy hesitates,

a cross to unmarked Gonzalez

and the crowd erupts with joy as Mexico go ahead.

The cheering is still echoing through Mexico

when Boninsegna passes to Riva on the wing.

He runs into Guzman.

Perez picks up. His mis-kick goes to Domenghini.

Guzman deflects. Calderon dozes.

Italy are level and Mexico have conceded their first goal.

The silence is emphatic.

Goalkeeper Calderon, who is a spare-time movie star,

doesn't even want to get up.

Valdivia and Padilla complain to the referee.

But what about, we'll never know.

65 minutes gone. Riva, all alone.

Calderon, late again.

CHEERING

Minutes later, substitute Rivera.

Italy 3, Mexico 1.

No complaints this time.

Mexico is stunned.

Italy have found their goal-scoring form.

Riva this time.

A scramble.

And Italy are three ahead,

emphatically in the semifinals.

Italy 4, Mexico 1.

Mexico's dreams are ashes as Calderon stands, wondering what happened.

The last of the quarterfinals is a replay of the Wembley 1966 final.

Germany v England.

Both teams are determined on attacking football.

In the first half it looks like England's game.

30 minutes gone. Newton finds Mullery in the centre.

England go one up.

CHEERING

Wembley all over again.

Even more so four minutes after the start of the second half.

Ball to Hurst.

Out to Newton.

In to Peters.

England are two up.

It seems all over now.

And that's how it was at Wembley.

Beckenbauer remembers Wembley.

He goes past Mullery.

Germany have pulled one back.

But there are only 12 minutes to go.

Can Germany maintain their reputation of pulling back from the brink?

Schnellinger kicks. Seller heads back. Bonetti misses it.

Germany, incredibly, are level.

CHEERING

WHISTLE BLOWS

That means extra time and that's a repeat of Wembley, too.

At Wembley, it was England that added two goals in extra time to win.

They hope that history continues to repeat itself.

WHISTLE BLOWS

England start the last half-hour in aggressive mood.

Bell to Hurst.

In the second half of extra time,

Grabowski on the wing.

To Loher, to Muller.

Germany are ahead for the first time in the match.

The Wembley pattern is broken.

CHEERING

The crowd are delighted.

Ever-hostile to England, they cheer themselves hoarse.

Time runs out for England

and the champions are dethroned.

CHEERING

Germany are in the semifinals to play Italy.

AIR-HORNS BLARE

AIR-HORNS BLARE

WINGS FLUTTER

In Guadalajara, the pigeons fly up to herald

the first of the semifinals - Brazil v Uruguay.

Tostao kicks off.

At first it's all midfield jockeying,

the two South American teams testing each other out.

Then, in the 19th minute,

Uruguay strikes.

Morales passes deep into Cubilla.

Piazza can't block it. Felix can't reach it.

CHEERING

Uruguay shock the world by going ahead.

Brazil's defence tested and found wanting again.

CHEERING

Brazilian pride is hurt.

Their attack goes in.

Clodoaldo runs through to get the return and hammers home.

CHEERING

Brazil have equalised.

15 minutes to go.

Pele flicks to Tostao.

A deep pass to Jairzinho, who goes racing in.

2-1.

Now, in the last seconds of the match, Pele to Rivellino.

The scorer, Rivellino, in full flight of joy.

Brazil 3, Uruguay 1. Brazil are in the final for certain now.

Referee Mendibil tries to get this game restarted.

He does eventually, but it changes nothing.

Brazil win and go into the finals

to meet the winner of the match between Italy and Germany.

Italy kicks off,

and, uncharacteristically,

goes on the attack from the outset.

With eight minutes gone,

Boninsegna intercepts and shoots from 20 yards out.

Italy are ahead.

Boninsegna is rigid with joy.

German team captain Uwe Seeler steps in to calm his team.

Italy defend that goal remorselessly

deep into the second half.

Beckenbauer is brought down on the edge of the penalty area.

Beckenbauer isn't acting. He's dislocated his shoulder.

The Germans demand a penalty,

but Mexican referee Yamasaki insists it's a free kick.

The Germans protest.

Uwe Seeler again attempts to calm his team,

now being more Italian than the Italians.

Italy is confident. These are the closing seconds of the match.

They're reckoned to have the best defence in Europe.

Finally, the ball is placed for the free kick.

Held places it.

Overath carefully adjusts it.

This could be Germany's last chance.

The kick is tapped to Held.

Surely now it's all over for Germany? But no.

Grabowski centres to Schnellinger...

..and Germany have come level in the dying seconds of the match.

Grabowski scoots off on a lap of honour,

using energy he's going to need in the now inevitable extra time.

The Italian trainer Ferruccio Valcareggi sees victory snatched

from between his teeth.

Boninsegna weeps with disappointment.

Brinkmanship is becoming the German speciality.

But they were never so close to the brink as this.

The whole atmosphere is charged with excitement.

The stadium buzzes, as they sense

they're about to witness something special.

Italy, famous for its defensive football,

will be forced into attack.

Germany, with their late goal, have an enormous psychological advantage.

But now there, as speculation buzzes around the world,

it's tired muscles that must be attended to,

flagging spirits that must be revived,

and wounded that must be nursed.

Beckenbauer, his arm bound tight across his chest, intends to play on.

And now for the half-hour that wrote "glorious"

across the World Cup '70 competition.

The Italians kick off.

The Germans launch the first attack.

The first goal is astonishing. It comes after Libuda takes this corner.

It's chested by Poletti, who doesn't see Muller behind him.

The ball rolls in with nightmarish slow motion.

Germany are ahead 2-1.

Now Rivera takes a free kick.

To Burgnich.

And astonishingly, it's level again, 2-2.

Now, Domenghini centres to Riva.

He goes round Schulz.

And Italy lead yet again. 3-2.

The match is moving into the realms of fantasy,

both sides making mistakes, both sides scoring goals.

Riva is brought down,

but more with exhaustion than injury.

At half-time of extra time, Italy still hold their lead of 3-2.

Minutes of rest gratefully snatched by both sides. Beckenbauer plays on.

His agony is forgotten in the tense excitement

of the seesawing fortunes of his team.

Overath takes a free kick.

WHISTLE BLOWS

To Uwe Seeler.

No score, but a vital corner.

It goes to Seeler. Heads to Muller.

And in it goes.

The match is, unbelievably, level again. 3-3.

But even the seesaw must finally come to rest.

Riva on the wing.

He centres to Rivera.

Sepp Maier has no chance.

4-3, Italy leading.

Only seconds to go.

All eyes are on referee Yamasaki's whistle.

Held launches one last, desperate attack.

WHISTLE BLOWS

But it's all over.

Italy have made it.

Italy 4, Germany 3.

Their manager, hysterical with joy, is running wild.

Boninsegna is horizontal with fatigue,

but Italy are in the final to play Brazil.

Germany versus Uruguay -

the play-off to decide third and fourth places.

Germany decides it.

Muller. Back to Overath.

CROWD ROARS

Germany are ahead and stay there to win 1-0.

German celebrations are muted.

It wasn't the final that was so nearly theirs.

It had to be an anti-climax.

But now, as they parade their banner, they're thinking ahead to 1974,

when Germany will be host nation.

It is they that will carry home support then.

They will be heard from.

CROWD ROARS

ROAR FADES

Mama!

June 21, 1970. World Cup final day.

All roads lead to the Azteca.

INAUDIBLE

Today is the day

the most defensive team in Europe meets the best attack in the world -

Brazil meets Italy.

16 nations came to Mexico.

Two nations know the pride of fielding their teams

in the Azteca Stadium to contend for soccer's greatest prize.

CROWD ROARS

The 22 proudest men in soccer.

Three short weeks ago,

many balloons of many colours rose from the same stadium -

today, just two.

Now. Yes, now! The hosts' balloon.

As they clear the field, the teams come on.

The referee is Rudi Glockner from East Germany.

Pele jaunty.

The Italians throw roses to the crowd. It won't help them.

The crowd is solidly for Brazil.

Team captains - Carlos Alberto for Brazil, Facchetti for Italy.

Whoever wins today takes permanent possession of the Jules Rimet Trophy.

This is because both teams have won it twice before.

40 years ago, they said the first team to win three times

keeps it forever.

A rose for a cheer.

Even Riva finds time.

Votive offering to good fortune,

or simply something to do to lessen the tension?

Now, everyone waits for the whistle to start the World Cup final, 1970.

WHISTLE BLOWS

CROWD ROARS

These two teams have only met once before in the World Cup competition.

That was in 1938.

Italy won 2-1, and went on to win the World Cup that year.

Everyone awaits the first flash of the Brazilian attack

against the Italian defence.

It comes within minutes...

..but ends softly.

First touch of the ball for Albertosi.

He's conceded only four goals in the series so far,

three of them to Germany.

Now the Italian attack, going in.

Mazzola.

Centre to Riva.

A corner.

Mazzola takes it.

It goes straight to Felix.

Brazil's Everaldo is surrounded,

but finding a way through.

A greater test for Albertosi.

Brazil appeals for a corner.

It's ignored.

Domenghini on the wing.

Bertini, Jairzinho snatching it back.

Facchetti bringing him down.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Free kick to Brazil.

Pele, his fourth World Cup, probably his last.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Brazil, who make so much of free kicks...

make nothing of this one.

CROWD GROANS

Everaldo.

Intercepted.

Boninsegna.

Domenghini.

Brazil use guile, now.

Watch them pull Italian defender number 16, De Sisti, out of position.

Gerson.

To Carlos Alberto.

Gerson again.

To Tostao.

To Clodoaldo.

Gerson.

De Sisti gives up.

Carlos Alberto centres.

Pressure on Albertosi is increasing.

He gets a pat on the head from Pele.

Riva, dogged by Piazza.

Riva shoots.

Felix stops it, loses it, recovers it.

Solid, confident football from both teams so far.

Power yet unleashed.

Mazzola centres.

Pele challenges...and is penalised.

Feet up.

Referee Glockner is determined to keep a firm hand on this game.

Mazzola takes the kick.

Riva heads.

Felix rises to it...

Safe, this time.

Domenghini.

Boninsegna is brought down.

Riva, incensed.

Italy's managers, pensive, concerned.

Tostao, challenged by Rosato.

Bobby Moore here, to tell how it is, thinking of how it might have been.

Brazilian commentators -

excited, expectant,

waiting for Brazil's big moment.

They haven't long to wait.

Tostao throws in. Rivelino centres...to Pele.

19 minutes gone, Brazil are one up!

Gerson gives thanks.

Albertosi - he couldn't stop a Pele goal,

but he's not alone in that.

That was Pele's 1,028th goal, a golden harvest.

They appreciate goals in Brazil.

Italy kicks off and immediately go into the attack.

The Brazilian defence wide open.

But Felix stops it.

Jairzinho beats Facchetti.

Burgnich beats Pele and the Italian counterattack is on.

Boninsegna, going through the middle.

Riva is with him - an open goal.

Felix, who was way out of position, blames everyone else.

Felix, trying to wipe away the taste of Italy's equaliser.

Italy feasts on it.

The Brazilian crowd have indigestion.

All level again, everything to play for.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Rivelino.

Bertini challenges...

..then brings him down.

A free kick to Brazil.

Rivelino to take it.

Albertosi punches up.

But he comes right back to Pele.

HALFTIME WHISTLE BLOWS Too late.

Kicks in anyway.

Pele is stunned. He protests. He wants his goal.

The Italians kindly explain why he can't have it.

Referee Glockner, fortunately, doesn't understand Portuguese.

Half-time - one goal each.

The Brazilians come out for the second half on time.

Maybe they're afraid if they were late today,

Referee Glockner would start without them,

An even match so far - easy on the referee.

Both teams conscious of the occasion, relying on skill rather than muscle.

And all is ready for the second half.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Pele calls for the ball.

Carlos Alberto centres. Pele races in.

Pele is hurt.

ten million Brazilian hearts stop beating.

But it's only his hand. He plays on.

Carlos Alberto centres.

Gerson tagged by Cera.

Pele is kicked in the head.

Albertosi fears a penalty.

But it's an indirect free kick, given in the penalty area -

still dangerous.

Albertosi prepares.

This could be his greatest test yet.

The Italian wall forms.

WHISTLE BLOWS

Gerson kicks.

The wall holds - Albertosi, relieved.

Facchetti clearing...to Boninsegna.

Out to Domenghini - he shoots.

Brazil's defensive weakness is exposed once more.

Felix, vocal as ever, awaits yet another corner.

Tense, nerve-racking minutes, these.

The corner comes in to Burgnich.

Still 1-1. It is beginning to look like stalemate.

A time referees dread. A time when tension stretches tempers fine.

A dangerous phase in any game, even more so in this one.

Rivelino goes down.

Now Jairzinho.

Boninsegna...and friends.

Tempers strain. Something must give.

Bertini.

He is hurt.

He will limp on a little, then be replaced by Juliano.

Cera takes the kick to De Sisti.

Italy gain yet another corner.

Felix punching out.

Still nervous, still ready to blame everyone but himself.

The crowd start answering back.

Everyone is tensed up now, wanting something to cheer.

Brazil attack.

Jairzinho.

He is tackled. Taps to Gerson.

He beats Facchetti and shoots.

Brazil go ahead again. Tostao runs wild with joy. Albertosi affronted.

He has let two in now, and he knows who they will blame.

CROWD CHANTS: Brazil!

Brazil 2, Italy 1.

Italy kick off.

Italians Mazzola and Boninsegna in conference.

Million-dollar legs in action. Pele's.

Domenghini challenged by Pele. Pele goes down,

pushed and kicked in the shin.

Brazil's trainers rush on uninvited.

That isn't a footballer looking at an injured leg,

that is a corporation inspecting a damaged asset.

The trainers get an escort off the field.

Brazilian crisis over as Pele

is seen to be back in the game.

Gerson walks the ball from the free kick.

To Jairzinho. Facchetti tries to hold on to him

but Jairzinho scores anyway.

Facchetti protests the goal was offside. Nobody is listening.

Pele, his injury forgotten, leaps like a gazelle.

The Italians still protest the goal was offside.

Bertini wants the referee to consult his linesman.

He does, and the linesman says it was OK.

Riva is still protesting as Italy kick off.

Italy two goals down, 20 minutes left for play.

Everaldo at full speed. Albertosi is hurt, kicked in the face.

It was a brave man that dived at Everaldo's thrashing feet.

Even Pele is concerned.

The trainer brings out soccer's magic cure-all from a tap.

Rivera, number 14, comes on to report himself as substitute for Boninsegna.

A last check on Albertosi as the minutes tick away.

Three minutes to go.

Pele to Gerson.

Out to Tostao.

Then Pele...to Carlos Alberto, who shoots.

Brazil hugging four goals to their chests.

Certain now of the World Cup 1970, they forget about this game.

There is nothing left for Italy now, except disappointment.

They take it bitterly.

Referee Glockner,

properly concerned with time, tries to clear the field

of invading managers, trainers and well-wishers.

It isn't easy.

There are still two minutes of playing time left.

Referee Glockner wants them played and he finally gets his way.

Italy kick off, three goals down.

What faint hopes they might still have are fading rapidly.

Rivera's shot is almost perfunctory until Felix almost loses it.

Jairzinho dancing on the wing.

The crowd loves it.

But Italy are still trying. Rosato.

To Riva.

A handholding tackle, pushed to Domenghini,

who booms it into the crowd.

RATTLE

Appeals are made for the return of the ball,

but in the dying seconds, it becomes somebody's souvenir.

Glockner calls for a replacement.

And then it is all over. Brazil are the champions, four goals to one.

The Brazilian team is mobbed.

Referee Glockner is anxious not to be.

King Pele in court.

Tostao, first embraced then stripped on the pitch

by fervent fans in search of souvenirs.

In the middle, Pele is hoisted high. He has already lost his shirt.

Referee and linesmen self-congratulatory.

Tostao and Felix, emotional. Emotion bred of tension. Tears of relief.

Rivelino is in there, injured and getting treatment.

Still the fans press around him.

To their supporters,

these are no longer mortal men.

They are gods.

They still carry King Pele and Carlos Alberto,

Brazil's captain.

And so, finally, with fresh shirts having been found,

the victorious Brazilians go to accept the Jules Rimet Trophy

for the third time.

They won it in 1958, again in 1962. Failed in 1966.

And now, in 1970, they win and keep

the most treasured of soccer trophies.

They have won all six games they have played.

Theirs is a proud record

and theirs a glittering prize.

Carlos Alberto.

Pele. Gerson. Jairzinho.

These are the four that scored the goals that all Brazil rejoices in.

Unquestionably, champions of World Cup Mexico 1970.

Mama, how far is it to Munich?

SHE GASPS