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Re: Socrates in Intensive Care
« Reply #120 on: December 4, 2011, 01:30:51 pm »
Sad.
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Re: Socrates in Intensive Care
« Reply #121 on: December 4, 2011, 01:45:03 pm »
What a shitty week this has been.

I was 7 years old when I watched the '82 World Cup and almost 30 years on I still remember so many of that Brazilian side. Socrates and Zico, Eder and Falcao, Junior and Cerezo  (and that lumbering galoot Serginho up front). Socrates was just impossibly cool - those bright yellow shirts, tall & elegant, cool beard, and goals like this

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxqcwH4lTtM?version=3&amp;amp" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="bbc_link bbc_flash_disabled new_win">http://www.youtube.com/v/gxqcwH4lTtM?version=3&amp;amp</a>

And just look at this give-and-go with Zico
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Now why do I remember Socrates and Zico and hardly anything about the side that won in 1994? Because the 1994 side were dull, dull, dull. The '82 side was glamorous.
Sometimes it's not about trophies and medals. Great sides and great players give you memories that last for years.
And Socrates was truly great.
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Re: Socrates in Intensive Care
« Reply #122 on: December 4, 2011, 01:57:47 pm »
I was 7 years old when I watched the '82 World Cup and almost 30 years on I still remember so many of that Brazilian side. Socrates and Zico, Eder and Falcao, Junior and Cerezo  (and that lumbering galoot Serginho up front). Socrates was just impossibly cool - those bright yellow shirts, tall & elegant, cool beard, and goals like this

Now why do I remember Socrates and Zico and hardly anything about the side that won in 1994? Because the 1994 side were dull, dull, dull. The '82 side was glamorous.
Sometimes it's not about trophies and medals. Great sides and great players give you memories that last for years.
And Socrates was truly great.
Rest In Peace.

agree completely. 82 was my first WC (though i can barely remember any of it from the time) but i was obsessed with Zico and Brazil and remember crying when they were knocked out. they may not have won, but will longer in the memory that most sides that do.

a class act in every way - brilliant footballer, highly intelligent and as you said, impossibly cool. a sad and premature loss to football, Brazil and the world.

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Re: Socrates in Intensive Care
« Reply #123 on: December 4, 2011, 01:58:09 pm »
Like others here, I have vivid memories of that great world cup.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #124 on: December 4, 2011, 02:08:23 pm »
Rest In Peace Socrates.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #125 on: December 4, 2011, 02:30:14 pm »
R.I.P :(

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #126 on: December 4, 2011, 02:32:15 pm »
One of the greatest footballers of all time, an absoloute genius. RIP Socrates.
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #127 on: December 4, 2011, 02:50:02 pm »
Remember that dummy when he let the ball through his own legs to Eder?

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #128 on: December 4, 2011, 03:06:57 pm »
Read about him being admitted to hospital yesterday, and his condition being life-threatening. I kind of shrugged it off, never thought he'd die. Sad to see I was wrong.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #129 on: December 4, 2011, 03:17:37 pm »
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RIP Socrates


A great write-up about him, both man and player, from 2009 - 'In Appreciation of… Socrates':-

http://robertod.wordpress.com/2009/09/25/in-appreciation-of-socrates/#more-738 - The Inquisitor


"Football doesn’t have any great characters these days. The increased professionalism of the game, with its emphasis on athleticism over skill and hard running over creative intelligence, has produced a generation of footballers remarkable mostly for their pathological dullness. David Beckham? Steven Gerrard? Useful enough players I guess, but hardly likely to leave you breathless with some mesmerising bit of match day inspiration. It’s even worse when they’re off the pitch. Stick a microphone in front of them and they’ll struggle to articulate a complete sentence, let alone provide a memorable soundbite. An interview with a guy like Michael Owen leaves you with the uneasy question of whether somebody could really be that emotionally detached without being a cyborg or a closet psychopath. That’s modern footballers for you. Good at chasing around after a pig’s bladder and buying sports cars, but as dim as a bowl of porridge and just about as charismatic. The hell with modern football I say. The 70′s and 80′s were where it was at. Back then there were some real renegades. And you had some teams who could play with real style. I’ll take a coke-addled half-bonkers Argentinean midget as the best player in the world over some new fangled pampadoured designer clothes hanger any day of the week. Or how about Socrates, the chain-smokin’, beer swillin’ leftist revolutionary and anti-athlete, who was just about the coolest guy ever to kick a football.


Even amid the more individualistic football landscape of the 70′s and 80′s, Socrates stood out as something of an anomaly. The vast majority of the great Brazilian players came from a background of poverty. They were slum dwellers who played their way out of the favelas and into superstardom. But Socrates came from a relatively comfortable, well educated middle class background and was born in the Amazon’s Belém do Para – not exactly one of Brazil’s football hotbeds.  He wasn’t considered a major prospect as a youth team player, and wasn’t groomed for the top from the very beginning, in the manner of today’s South American wonderkids. In fact, he didn’t even really emerge as a big name player until his mid twenties. This appeared to suit the laid back Socrates just fine. It allowed him to complete his doctorate in medicine. Yep, that’s right, Socrates studied to become a fully qualified doctor while turning out for Botafogo in the Campeanoto Brasileiro on weekends. It was only after moving to the big Sao Paulo club, Corinthians – and shortly after winning his first cap for the Brazilian national team – that Socrates really began to come into his own on the pitch.





Socrates playing for his beloved Corinthians


Few major football players ever looked less suited to their profession. With his tall, gangling almost skeletal figure, shaggy unkempt hair and funky beard, Socrates might have been mistaken for a Colombian pimp, a slightly demented Vietnam vet or a bohemian poet, but never a professional sportsman. Yet he played with a grace and fluidity of movement that belied his seemingly awkward physique. Socrates was not what you would call an explosive player, but his loping, long-legged gait could cover the pitch with deceptive speed. He had that elusive quality that only the greatest players possessed, the ability to make time and space for himself on the ball amid the fracas of a match. From his preferred position slightly advanced of centre midfield, Socrates would pick out passes all over the pitch with exceptional vision. He had a lovely touch on the ball and unflappable composure. When challenged, he would simply glide out of range and pass the ball on. His was an elegant style suited to a more aesthetically pleasing era of the game, based around skill, precision and efficient movement rather than the thundering pace, lung bursting stamina and frantic closing down of space in modern football. For a player like Socrates, his brain was far more important than his body.

Football is not really a political sport in this day and age, but in previous decades, football clubs would tend to be affiliated with various political movements. Corinthians of Sao Paulo were founded by immigrant labourers and associated with the working class and Brazil’s left wing political movement. Socrates, something of a vocal activist himself, did not take the affiliation lightly. He saw the popularity of football as a catalyst for political change. Along with team mate Wladimir, Socrates co-founded the “Corinthians Democracy” ideological movement. On one level, this involved an organised player protest against the stultifying “Concentracao” culture then extant in Brazilian football, which dictated every aspect of the players’ lives, from how they conducted themselves in public to what time they had to eat lunch. Perhaps more importantly, the movement involved a protest against Brazil’s military dictatorship. In 1982, Corinthians won the Sao Paulo state championship with the word “Democracia” printed on their shirts, described by Socrates as: “Perhaps the most perfect moment I ever lived.  And I’m sure it was for 95 percent of the others too.” Today, Corinthians Democracy is heralded in Brazil as an important and influential part of the wider popular movement that eventually brought down the dictatorship.





"Vote on the 15th" - Corinthians players urge fans to make their voices heard in the upcoming elections



Brazil in the 1982 World Cup

The defining moment for Socrates on the world stage – and one of the most brilliant passages in the glorious history of Brazilian football – was the 1982 World Cup, held in Spain. Brazil did not manage to win the tournament. In fact, they did not make it to the semi-finals. A rather less talented Italian team went on to pick up the trophy. Brazil of ’82 are nonetheless widely regarded as one of the very best football teams in history and the best international side (along with Hungary in 1954 and Holland in 1974) to never win the World Cup. In some sense, the team’s ultimate failure actually enhances their legend. They went down but remained true to a unifying principle: that football is something more than mere sport. It’s also a form of aesthetic expression. As Socrates himself explains:

“That Brazilian team represented fantasy, idealism, an idyll. Italy represented efficiency, effectiveness. But at least we lost fighting for our ideals. And you can compare that to society today. We have lost touch with humanity, people are driven by results. They used to go to football to see a spectacle. Now, with very few exceptions, they go to watch a war and what matters is who wins. For me beauty comes first, victory is secondary and what really matters is joy!”

Then, as is very much the case now, football is largely a defensive game. A team’s first priority is not to score goals, but to prevent the opposition from scoring goals. The same lesson is drummed into young footballers time and time again: the fewer risks you take, the greater the overall chance of victory. Hence, football becomes less of a spectacle of entertainment and more of a 90 minute grind to an inevitable result. Players who can overpower the opposition through superior strength, stamina and speed are emphasised over players in possession of individualistic brilliance. The enthralling but risky dribbles, tricks and feints that separate football from lesser sports and elevate it to the level of exuberant spectacle, are discouraged in favour of brute force. Football is becoming just another athletic competition, rather than – in its finest expression – a thrilling game of imagination and skill.

But Brazil in 1982 saw things rather differently. The philosophy of team coach and football mastermind, Tele Santana became known as “jogo bonito” (beautiful game).  Rather than being forced to adhere strictly to a rigid tactical formation, each player would be given free scope to express himself on the pitch. The emphasis was firmly on free flowing, cavalier attacking football. Collectively, the team would dazzle the opposition with an intricate, pinpoint passing game. Heedless chasing after the ball was actively discouraged. Precision and skill would be the order of the day. Players were strictly forbidden from engaging in reckless challenges and cynical acts of gamesmanship. The players would take confidence in their superior abilities and actively attack the opposition. They would triumph not through caution and rigorous tactical discipline, but by simply playing the pants off everybody they came up against. It was an adventurous, idealised conception of the game, and an enthrilling, mesmerising spectacle to watch.





Brazil in ’82. From left to right (back row): Valdir Peres, Leandro, Oscar, Falcao, Luisinho and Junior (front row): Socrates, Cerezo, Serginho, Zico and Eder.


Brazil had such an unusual and exciting team in 1982 that it’s worth looking at the first eleven in some depth. For all of its prodigious talent and wonderfully imaginative play, there’s no escaping the fact that Brazil were carrying a few fatal flaws. The goalkeeper, Valdir Peres, was average at best. Brazilian football culture has traditionally maligned the keeper, who is seen more as an instrument of divine providence than an actual football player. To your average Brazilian, its superstition rather than ability that governs a keepers success or failure. For this reason, Brazil has rarely had a strong and reliable goalkeeper, with Peres being no exception. The centre backs, Oscar and Luisinho, were both comfortable on the ball, but hardly world class when it came to their defensive capabilities. They tended to engage in more ball juggling than was strictly necessary, and could get caught out by swift counter attacks. And Serginho, the centre forward, did not really fit into the team’s style of play. He could be a very effective striker on his day, but he wasn’t especially skilful for a Brazilian. He was more of a big, battering ram type of player, who tried to unsettle opposition defenders with rough play and dirty tricks. Tele Santana didn’t really approve of this kind of game. In fact, he much preferred Careca as his first choice striker – young, fast, dashing and skilful – with lethal finishing power. But Careca suffered an injury on the eve of the tournament and had to pull out of the squad.

As always, Brazil had exceptional fullbacks: Junior and Leandro. Junior, in particular, was a super talented offensive weapon who deserves better recognition than he gets these days. Eder, the left wing forward, was unusual for a flanking player in that he was not especially fast. But he did have exceptional close control and a powerful physique, which made him a tricky customer for opposition defenders to deal with. He was capable of occasional moments of outrageous brilliance. He was not a prolific scorer in the mode of previous Brazilian wingers such as Garrincha and Jairzinho, but he had an absolute canon of a left footed shot and tended to fire home spectacular long range goals at opportune moments.

Brazil’s real brilliance was in the midfield quartet – probably the greatest midfield of any team in history. Most modern teams will assign two or even three midfield players to defensive duties. In Brazil of ’82, all four midfielders were orientated towards attack. Toninho Cerezo was the most energetic and combative, and would handle more of the running and ball winning. Falcao was the masterful midfield general with his unerring positional sense and magnificent passing range. He could hang back and function as the “quarterback” – dictating the play from deep on the pitch - or boldly stride forward and join in the attack.


Then there was Zico, probably the star of the team, considered the best Brazilian player since Pele. Zico functioned in the traditional Brazilian role of the “Ponta de lanca” (spearhead) – a cross between an attacking midfielder and a centre forward. He would often fulfill both of these roles during the course of a match. He would drop back to instigate the attacking play, but also get ahead to lead the line, and represented his team’s chief goal threat. Zico was exceptional in every area of his game. Lightning quick, a superb dribbler, a quick thinking and accurate passer and absolutely deadly in front of goal. Standing at just 5’7″, Zico represented something of a pocket dynamo.

And of course there was Socrates, Brazil’s captain and spiritual leader. The intellectual, eloquently spoken midfield creative force, who appeared to sum up the team’s emphasis on imagination, aesthetics and intelligence over brute, functional athleticism. Socrates loped around the midfield with cool, collected purpose, caressing the ball with his feet. He always seemed capable of fashioning opportunities. His trademark became his cheeky back-heeled passes. Pele remarked that Socrates played better backwards than most players did forwards.

In the actual tournament, Brazil did not so much beat opposition teams as awe them into submission. Nobody seemed to have an answer for their fluidly improvised play, in which players would freely turn up unlooked for in attacking positions to dish out beautiful punishment. The quality of the passing play, in which each player appeared to have an instinctive understanding of the perfect position to run into or play the ball, was mesmerising, at a level never before seen. It was like watching football supermen from another planet skip, dance and dribble their way through and around their lumbering, earthbound counterparts.

In their first game, Brazil came back from a goal down to beat a tough, highly fancied Soviet Union side. Socrates scored the equalising goal, one of the tournament’s best, beating a defender and then evading another before lashing home from long range. The results kept coming, each more impressive than the last. 4 – 1 against Scotland. 4 – 0 against New Zealand. Brazil qualified from the first round at the top their group, with three victories.

In 1982, the group stage qualifying teams were placed in a second stage group of 3 teams a piece, with the winners of each group going through to the semi-finals. Brazil were up against the winners of the 1978 World Cup, Argentina, featuring a highly lauded young player by the name of Maradona, who would go on to become perhaps the greatest footballer in history. Brazil ripped the world champions apart in a dazzling display of football acumen. The 3 – 1 score line flattered the defending champions. Brazil were simply on another level. By now it was virtually written in stone that they would go on to win the World Cup.

Brazil went into the deciding group match with Italy, requiring only a draw to qualify for the semi-finals. Common wisdom would have it that any team in this position would play it safe, put men behind the ball and secure the road to the final stages with a combination of caution and resilience. But this Brazil side were not like any other team. They threw caution to the wind and carried on with the very same style of swashbuckling, balls out attacking football they had employed throughout the rest of the tournament. They would win the game in grand style or not at all.

Italy did not look like having much of a chance against Brazil. Although they had very good players, Italy had limped through the first group stage with three straight draws. They had narrowly beaten Argentina in the second group stage. They had only managed to score 4 goals (with 3 conceded) in 4 games, with Brazil having scored an incredible 13 (with 3 conceded) in the same number of matches. Italy’s main striker, Paolo Rossi, had just returned from a two year ban for being involved in a betting scandal, and had not looked like scoring for the entire tournament up until that point.

In truth, however, Brazil underestimated the tactical and defensive resiliency of the Italians, who were slowly beginning to build a momentum. They did not have the impudent individual brilliance of Brazil, but they had several world class players and were very capable. They could soak up pressure and then counter attack swiftly and effectively. Disaster struck in the fifth minute of the game, when Paolo Rossi capitalised on a moment of confusion in the Brazilian defence to score from outside the area. Rossi was not the most technically skilled striker around – he wasn’t even particularly fast or strong - but he was a super savvy operator and lived to prey on the sort of defensive errors a team like Brazil were prone to commit.

Just seven minutes later, however, a lovely ball forward from Zico freed up Socrates to close in on Dino Zoff, the Italian keeper, and score the equaliser. Brazil began to get back into their traditional attacking rhythm, dominating the match.

But in the 25th minute, Italy suddenly managed to put a cross into the penalty box. Keeper Valdir Peres was always weak at dealing with high balls. He flapped uselessly as Rossi stooped in and headed home his second goal. Italy were once again in the lead.

At the half time break Brazil went into the dressing room with their nerves frazzled. Italy were proving to be a much tougher obstacle than initially expected. Coming out in the second half, Brazil spent the next 23 minutes fruitlessly searching for an equaliser. But Italy were soaking up everything Brazil could throw at them. Suddenly, a breakthrough. Falcao launched a cannonball of a shot past Dino Zoff and into the back of the net. Brazil were level again. Now Italy were on the back foot.

At this point, the match was there for Brazil to take home. Again, they only needed the draw to top the group and go through to the semi-finals. Most coaches would take the opportunity to substitute an attacking player for a more defensive one at this point, instructing his team to camp out in their own half for the rest of the match. This just wasn’t the way Tele Santana wanted to play the game, however. No substitutions were made, and Brazil continued to pour forward in waves, attempting to win the match. But they were also getting tired, and the fatigue made them increasingly careless. With 25 minutes remaining, Paolo Rossi got on the end of another counter attack to complete his hat trick. It was the last goal of the match. Brazil had been bested by Italy three goals to two in what was one of the greatest World Cup matches in history.

It was a crushing blow for Brazil. They had played some of the most scintillatingly brilliant football the world had ever seen, winning the affections of football fans across the globe, only to crash out. The result sent shockwaves through the sport. Such was Brazil’s creative brilliance, people felt they were somehow ordained to win the World Cup by divine right. The rest of the World Cup, deprived of its greatest entertainers, was an anti-climax. Italy went on to win the tournament, having already triumphed over their most formidable opponents.

Brazilian football would never be quite the same again. Although Brazil continues to produce excellent footballers in greater numbers than any other nation, much of the magic has gone. These days Brazil play pretty much like everybody else – using defensive tactics and superior athleticism to edge out their opponents. Brazil of ’82 were the last team to value skill, flair and imagination over everything else, including even victory. Brazil would go on to win the World Cup on two further occasions, in 1994 and 2002, but they lacked the fantasy of the great Brazilian teams of old. Most Brazilians prefer the magical losers of ’82 to the more prosaic winners of ’94 and ‘o2. It was a team that best represented the Brazilian attitude of life as playful, creative expression, rather than as a laboured ordeal for success.



This YouTube compilation gives a good indication of some of the things Brazil in ’82 could do, including Socrates’ brace of goals:-

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/v/zZxvYy5-ekI" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="bbc_link bbc_flash_disabled new_win">https://www.youtube.com/v/zZxvYy5-ekI</a>





Clash of the Titans: Brazil vs Italy in the 1982 World Cup
 


Brazil vowed to come back and win the World Cup in 1986, but by that time, the magic had already gone. Many of the same players returned, along with coach Tele Santana, but age and malaise had set in. Brazil performed to a decent standard, but it was nothing like the superlative displays of just four years earlier. Socrates, with his love for beer and cigarettes, was really starting to slow down by this point, but nonetheless emerged as perhaps the team’s best overall player. His clever promptings from midfield were at the heart of everything good that Brazil did. But it wasn’t enough. Brazil were eliminated in the quarter-finals at the hands of a talented French side, featuring the great Michel Platini. It would be the last international match Socrates would play. He had won 60 caps, scored 22 goals and notched up countless assists for Brazil – an exceptional international record.

Prior to the ’86 World Cup, Socrates had finally left his beloved Corinthians to seek out the fame and riches then on offer for South American players in Italy’s Serie A – probably the best domestic football league in the world at that time. Socrates never really settled in at his new club, Fiorentina, however. In the ultra professional standards of Italian football, with its strict dietary and training regimes, there wasn’t really a place for laid back character like Socrates, with his pack-a-day smoking habit and enthusiastic consumption of cold beer. He enjoyed a reasonable enough stint at Fiorentina, but returned to Brazil after just the one season, pottering around for a series of clubs before finally hanging it up in 1989.

There’s a fairly easy career plan for retired footballers these days. Some of them will go into football management, exchanging running around for shouting a lot and smashing teacups, most without much success. Others will make a comfortable living providing inane “insights” as a pundit on Sky Sports. The rest can whore themselves out shilling for sunglasses and sneakers or appearing on reality TV. Maybe have some newspaper hack ghostwrite a tedious “autobiography” for them. None of those things were for Socrates. Instead, he went back to university and obtained a doctorate in philosophy. Can anybody imagine somebody like Wayne Rooney doing the same thing? The guy still thinks books come with a set of crayons. But like his classical Greek namesake, Socrates became a philosopher himself. His opinions on all manner of subjects – not only football – are widely sought after these days in Brazil. The guy just always has something interesting to say.



There was, however, one final brief chapter in Socrates’ football career. At the ripe old age of 50, Socrates was tempted out of retirement to appear for Garforth Town – a club of some 3,000 fans currently plying their trade in the nether regions of the Northern Counties East Football league. Quite how a world famous Brazilian football superstar ended up appearing in the eighth tier of English football for a former coal-pit village side has yet to be adequately explained, but there was Socrates, huffing and puffing over his beer belly and freezing his bollocks off in the Yorkshire winter to the delight of the fans. Socrates only did make the one appearance, citing his “smoking of too many cigarettes” as the reason for not carrying on, but the Garforth Town fans recall him with great affection to this day.
These days Socrates can be found mooching around his favourite bars and haunts in his hometown of Ribeirao Preto, where he carries on a sports medicine practise. He’s said to be a down to earth guy who will readily engage anybody and everybody in conversation. He rejects the ambassadorial role currently played at by former footballers in Brazil such as Pele, describing it as involving “commercialism and all that rubbish”.

These days football is as popular a sport as its ever been – largely due to clever marketing – although something of the magic that the game once had has long since disappeared. There’s still a few throwbacks to the golden era – a team like Barcelona who play clever attacking football, or a player like Juan Roman Riquelme who is more of an artist than an athlete, or Lionel Messi, who recalls the jet heeled dribbling feats of Maradona – but by and large its become a dull affair, awash with cash and commercial opportunities, but not much in the way of genuine entertainment. They just don’t make football characters like Socrates any more. A guy even an avowed non athlete such as myself can look up to."
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #130 on: December 4, 2011, 03:27:45 pm »
Can't believe it, one of my earliest heroes alongside Zico  :'(

Simply one of the giants of world football. He was so fuckin cool in the middle of the park with his trademark beard and magical touches. Saw him in '82 and '86 WCs and he was just amazing to watch and his Brazilian teams are still etched my memory like it was yesterday.

RIP Socrates. God Bless.
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #131 on: December 4, 2011, 03:28:21 pm »
Probably best player not to win the world cup.

R.I.P Socrates.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #132 on: December 4, 2011, 03:29:55 pm »
Remember that dummy when he let the ball through his own legs to Eder?

Yeah I remember thinking how cool that was when I was sat watching the WC. That Brazil squad was so impressive to a 9 year old kid who thought of himself as the best player to ever grace the pitch at his local football club and I remember idolizing Eder (I am a left footer) for his rocket like left leg shots.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #133 on: December 4, 2011, 03:34:18 pm »
Rest in Peace
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #134 on: December 4, 2011, 03:36:06 pm »


Obituaries from the Guardian by Brian Glanville and Gary MacOwan

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Sócrates – Sócrates Brasileiro Sampaio de Souza Vieira de Oliveira – who has died of septic shock aged 57, was one of the most unlikely of Brazil's resplendent footballers. Bearded and seemingly indestructible, he stood 1.91m (6ft 3in) tall, once admitting: "I am an anti-athlete. I cannot deny myself certain lapses from the strict regime of a sportsman. You have to take me as I am."

He was, in fact, a formidable attacking midfielder, prominent in two World Cups in the 1980s, initially a centre forward but, for most of his international career, a dominating figure in every sense, in central midfield. He smoked incessantly, rather like Gérson, a previous general of the Brazilian midfield, he drank large quantities of beer, and if, eventually, such indulgences may have caught up with him, they never seem to have impinged on his extensive football career.

The first child of a self-educated intellectual father, who named three of his sons after Greek philosophers, Sócrates was born in Belém, the city on the banks of the Amazon estuary and capital of the north Brazilian state of Pará. But it was in Ribeirăo Preto, 290km (180 miles) north-west of Săo Paulo, that Sócrates played with the Botafogo club (1974-78). The greater part of his career (1978-84) was spent with the Corinthians club of Săo Paulo.

In his early days there, he was notably unwilling to join in the wild celebrations of his team-mates when he scored a goal (of which there were 172 over the course of 297 matches); so much so that the fans complained to the club president. He, in turn, begged Sócrates to be more demonstrative, and Sócrates obliged, in future, with parodic celebrations, kneeling on the ground, throwing up his arms and invoking success from whatever gods there might be.

Though he may have seemed to trot unhurriedly about the ground, Sócrates could suddenly and formidably accelerate. When the ball was in the air, his great height and a notable leap made him irresistible, and he had a fierce right-footed drive. Taking penalties was a particular forte, though, strangely enough, he was not often used by the Brazilian national team to execute them.

Altogether he played 60 games for Brazil from 1979, scoring 22 goals. Telę Santana, the Brazil manager, made him captain of the team. In this role he was known for encouraging his team-mates with word and flamboyant gesture rather than criticising them.

In the 1982 World Cup finals in Spain, Brazil opened against Russia in Seville, deploying a midfield of tremendous talent. Against the Russians, Sócrates was ubiquitous and outstanding, now in the firing line, now unselfishly dropping deep to cover for the attacking left back, Júnior. After 75 minutes, he struck the equaliser with a fulminating right-footed shot and Brazil went on to win 2-1.

In their next match, won 4-1 against a Scotland team which, like Russia, had actually taken the lead, Sócrates neatly set up Brazil's fourth goal for his fellow midfielder, Falcăo. In a second-round group match that his team, in Barcelona, was very unlucky to lose to Italy, Sócrates scored another spectacular goal. Receiving a perfectly angled pass from Zico, he somehow found a gap between Italy's goalkeeper, Dino Zoff, and the near post, a shot of tremendous power which found its billet. But Brazil, which needed only a draw to reach the semi-finals, lost 3-2 and went out in one of the most dramatic games in the history of the tournament.

There had been suggestions that Sócrates would cut short his playing career, but he was still in the Brazilian team, now captained by Edinho, for the 1986 World Cup in Mexico. The heroes of midfield, however, Sócrates somewhat wearily among them, were largely tired or injured and there were ructions at the training camp. In Guadalajara, against Spain, Sócrates scored another World Cup goal, though this one looked offside, after the centre forward, Careca, had shot against the bar. That came eight minutes from the end and gave Brazil a 1-0 victory.

Brazil improved: Northern Ireland were swept aside 3-0 and, again in Guadalajara, Sócrates was for once deputed to take a penalty from which he duly scored, in a 4-0 victory against Poland. Should he have taken the vital penalty, on the same ground, in the quarter-final against France? But Zico took it and missed, and Brazil were eliminated on penalties, with Sócrates one of the non-scorers. At the time, Sócrates struck me as "strolling about the field in samba rhythm – never hurried, always inventive, occasionally breaking into a brisk trot". It was his last World Cup match, and he went out with the flourish of having two headers saved by the French goalkeeper, Joël Bats.

Though he had once said, in 1981, that he would never go to play in Italy for money, Sócrates did, in fact, join Fiorentina in the 1984-85 season. The 1986-87 season saw him back in Brazil, in Rio de Janeiro, playing for Flamengo, and from there he went to Santos, back in the Săo Paulo state league, in 1988-89.

There was also a 12-minute cameo appearance with Garforth Town against Tadcaster Albion in a Northern League match in 2004, but he was clearly a decade or so too old to play. The whole thing smacked of a publicity stunt.

Sócrates's younger brother, Raí, was a Brazilian international midfielder and a member of the Brazil squad that won the 1994 World Cup.

Sócrates is survived by his wife and six children.

Gavin McOwan writes: Sócrates was one of the very few qualified medical doctors to play the game at the very highest level, captaining Brazil in the 1982 World Cup, widely recognised as one of the best teams (along with Hungary in 1954 and Holland in 1974) never to win the tournament. His style of play was unmistakable; elegant and effortless almost to the point of nonchalance, and with a penchant for the back-heel that prompted Pelé to remark that Socrates played better going backwards than most footballers going forward.

He also possessed an intellect that complemented his name. I was lucky enough to interview "The Doctor" in 2002 and was awed by his wisdom and good humour – not to mention the number of beers he could knock back. He was clearly one of football's great sages, but also held court on everything from his surreal meeting in the Libyan desert with Colonel Gaddafi (who urged Sócrates to run for Brazilian president) to his love of Ché Guevara.

But for Brazilians who lived through the 21 years of the country's military dictatorship, Sócrates will also be remembered as a social activist and campaigner for democracy, both within the game and on the wider political stage.

While a player at Corinthians, he co-founded the Corinthians Democracy movement, an idealistic but effective political cell which fought against the authoritarian way the club's management controlled its players, a microcosm of the way the country was governed by the military. Sócrates, together with teammate Wladimir, organised the players to discuss and then vote with a simple show of hands on all matters which affected them, from simple things like what time they would eat lunch to challenging the dreaded concentracăo, a common practice in Brazil where players are practically locked up in a hotel for one or two days before a game.

After winning battles within football, Corinthians Democracy broadened, using football's popularity as a catalyst to strive for political change. In November 1982, despite warnings from the Brazilian football association, the players wore shirts with "Vote on the 15th" printed on the back, urging the public to take part in the upcoming elections that were one of the first moves towards ending the dictatorship.

At a time when most people were still afraid to speak out against the regime, he politicised football in a way no other player has even attempted, before or since. And he was as proud of his team's valiant contribution in helping dismantle the dictatorship as he was his considerable football achievements. At the end of 1982, Corinthians won the Săo Paulo state championship with "Democracia" printed on the back of their black shirts. Sócrates said it was "perhaps the most perfect moment I ever lived. And I'm sure it was for 95% of [my teammates] too".

• Sócrates (Sócrates Brasileiro Sampaio de Souza Vieira de Oliveira), footballer, born 19 February 1954; died 4 December 2011

http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2011/dec/04/socrates



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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #135 on: December 4, 2011, 03:37:07 pm »
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #136 on: December 4, 2011, 03:37:42 pm »
Fuck, one of them names you grew up with. I'll never forget that mop-head, beard and 8ft long legs that looked so unsuited for football, yet he played the game with the true samba beat.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #137 on: December 4, 2011, 03:38:18 pm »
fucking devastated. probably my favorite player that played before my time, i mean what an awesome guy, a football playing doctor who smokes cigarettes. absolute legend.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #138 on: December 4, 2011, 03:45:49 pm »

There's a story I've heard which might be myth, that one of the coaches of Brazil was tasked with sparking up a cigarette as soon as the half time whistle blew, ready for Socrates when he came off the pitch.

He was a qualified doctor for christs sake, smoked ciggies, was named after the father of philosophy, and HAD A BEARD

For me, all the beauty, romance, coolness and awesomeness of Brazilian football and Brazil itself is embodied in Socrates whom I encountered as a kind of god of football when I was a kid, with the 1982 team, and Zico, whose name itself was like something out of this world.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #139 on: December 4, 2011, 04:42:29 pm »
My favorite footballer that i've never seem play. What a bad ass. Rest in Piece.

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #140 on: December 4, 2011, 05:50:02 pm »
A truly majestic midfielder who lit up the first world cup I ever watched in '82.
Will always remember that team as the greatest never to win a world cup.

A wonderful footballer who played the game with grace & intelligence.
His brother Rai was in the same mould although not at the same level as his older sibling.

Loved his outlook on life & his humanity.
He was also one cool fucker who lived life to the max.

R.I.P. Socrates - you were one of the greats of world football.
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« Reply #141 on: December 4, 2011, 06:12:59 pm »
one of the first old school players that people grew up with

great name and a great player

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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #142 on: December 4, 2011, 06:18:25 pm »
Ah now that is very sad. RIP.

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« Reply #143 on: December 4, 2011, 06:24:24 pm »
Best hair, best beard and best name ever in football

Went to UCD, but there is no truth to the myth that he lined out for a Sigersun cup game, which is a pity.

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« Reply #144 on: December 4, 2011, 06:27:31 pm »
Best hair, best beard and best name ever in football

Went to UCD, but there is no truth to the myth that he lined out for a Sigersun cup game, which is a pity.

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It's a myth that he even went to UCD. Apparently he said he's never even visited Dublin.

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« Reply #145 on: December 4, 2011, 06:28:58 pm »
It's a myth that he even went to UCD. Apparently he said he's never even visited Dublin.

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Really? Brilliant myth that.

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« Reply #146 on: December 4, 2011, 06:29:16 pm »
A true great. RIP

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« Reply #147 on: December 4, 2011, 06:29:59 pm »
Really? Brilliant myth that.

Just said on RTE news there. I wish it were true, though. Be nice to follow in Socrates' footsteps.  :P

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« Reply #148 on: December 4, 2011, 06:32:30 pm »
Sad news RIP

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« Reply #149 on: December 4, 2011, 06:32:53 pm »
Just said on RTE news there. I wish it were true, though. Be nice to follow in Socrates' footsteps.  :P
Always thought that story was a bit iffey, cant imagine Socrates being able to master the solo run.

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« Reply #150 on: December 4, 2011, 07:05:34 pm »
sad sad news
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« Reply #151 on: December 4, 2011, 07:06:28 pm »
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« Reply #152 on: December 4, 2011, 07:09:23 pm »
BY the way I was wrong - I think it was Falcao that allowed the ball to run through his legs to Eder. You can see Socrates nearer the six yard area.

Here it is.

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What a fucking team though. Damn Paolo Rossi.

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« Reply #153 on: December 4, 2011, 07:11:44 pm »
RIP. My childhood hero and the reason I still play football today.

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« Reply #154 on: December 4, 2011, 07:19:05 pm »
BY the way I was wrong - I think it was Falcao that allowed the ball to run through his legs to Eder. You can see Socrates nearer the six yard area.
Here it is.

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What a fucking team though. Damn Paolo Rossi.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

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« Reply #156 on: December 4, 2011, 07:33:41 pm »
There are not enough superlatives to describe him.

An icon.

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« Reply #157 on: December 4, 2011, 08:07:06 pm »
The Doc who seem to make those shorts even look shorter due to his height. What a player and will be sadly missed. RIP
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Re: RIP Socrates
« Reply #158 on: December 4, 2011, 09:31:31 pm »
Once seen on a football never pitch, never forgotten.

Built like a high-jumper but one of the most perfect midfield players of all time. A beautiful footballer.

And a great democrat.

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« Reply #159 on: December 4, 2011, 10:26:12 pm »
RIP Socrates. A Legend on and off the pitch. the world will be a poor place without you and football with one less legendary character.
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