You probably know that in Brazil football is taken seriously, sometimes more seriously than religion (sensible people) which is very handy as I am bored of looking at churches, cathedrals, basilicas, abbeys, convents, nunneries, monasteries and anywhere else that only sell cheap pens in their souvenir shops, so the prospect of visiting The Museum of Football was most welcome and sure to be fascinating.
As well as exhibits on the major city teams (Sao Paulo, Corinthians), the museum concentrated on the national team and the history of The World Cup, I was particularly captivated by the 1982-86 years which included legends and personal heroes such as Sócrates, Zico and Falcão – it was watching skill and talent like theirs that led me into a lifetime of misery following our own national team.
Or it could have been this song. Too close to say.
The 1966 exhibit was pretty good too – but very dusty.
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