What do you know about the World Cup? About the what? The World Cup.
World Cup? That's in soccer? Yes.
I don't even know who's... I'm sorry, I don't know anything about it.
When you're out in the desert, all you think about is the heat
and how to survive!
Soccer? Soccer. Yeah.
What about soccer? Well, I don't know anything about soccer! I'm sorry!
Soccer? As in, like, English football? Right.
It's very good.
Gotta go. Soccer... Soccer's a...
It is a game between two teams...
and each team supposed to have 11 players.
The 1 become goalkeeper.
So, they should play with their foot,
no hands, only foot and head, but no hands.
The Americans need scoring.
If it's too low-scoring a game, it's too boring for American audiences.
Soccer is fun! We've been watching it lately, and it's fun!
For us, it's...
SIRENS BLARE ..it's new to us.
Hi, my name's Karen, and this is my daughter Amy and my son Tripp,
and we're really excited that the World Cup is in the United States.
Control of the ball. The simple rule in that game is
as long as you control the ball, the other team cannot score against you.
You kick. You know, you do all kinds of things, go with your head...
It's pretty exciting. Shoulder...
Like this, like this, like this. Like this.
Boom! Boom! With the hand and the feet and the head,
and he loved it and he used to win all the games.
I don't know anything about the World Cup.
Hello, I'm Donald, this is my daughter Nicole.
If you'd like, we can go in and watch the game.
The World Cup. Saudi Arabia are going to win. That's all I know!
Who's going to win? Well, my favourite team is Cameroon.
There's only one winner, and that's Norway! Yeah!
Well, the World Cup soccer favourites right now,
we have, er, Brazil at 7-5, which is you lay five dollars to win seven.
And then we have Germany at 7-2, which is
a three-and-a-half-to-one favourite.
On all the continents, this is the game, played with passion,
in dusty fields, grassy playgrounds, huge stadiums.
They yearn for the goal that can change everything.
HE YELLS
The new contenders, the old champs, since 1930, every four years.
Africa is flexing its muscles, Asia is on the horizon,
Eastern Europe is re-asserting itself,
and one day soon, so they say in America,
all those youthlings will produce the next great soccer power.
This time, the United States of America has become
a gigantic television studio.
And the whole world is watching.
Brasil, Brasil! Deutschland... Deutschland. ..muss!
The Americans are going to win it!
AMERICANS: Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!
Argentina.
Expectations are always high in Argentina.
Two World Cup championships will do that.
After a painful 5-0 loss to Colombia,
the fans demand that Diego Armando Maradona be called back.
In 1986, he punched in a goal and maintained it was the Hand of God.
Is he still a creative genius, or just a character actor?
Maradona comes back. Argentina qualifies.
The old and the new collide head-on.
Nigeria has been studying, training, working.
WHISTLE BLOWS
Maradona helps Claudio Caniggia score twice to come back.
But the old champions get the distinct impression
life is getting tougher all the time.
Marked by three or four defenders,
Maradona shows the moves and the passes
that once made him the most feared player on earth.
Argentina seems renewed.
Once again, the old champs are contenders.
And, I mean, Maradona, what can you say?
I mean, he just controlled that game.
It was too bad that, you know, he couldn't finish off the tournament.
Maradona has been selected at random for drug testing.
Only recently, he was reinstated from a suspension for drug abuse.
To get back in shape, he has lost over 20 pounds.
The laboratory results find five separate banned substances
normally used for quick weight loss.
Maradona concedes nothing, but he is quickly suspended.
He departs from competition
in the same manner he has spent his entire career,
the centre of attention.
Argentina must forget about Maradona.
Redondo, Simeone, Batistuta and Ortega,
knees pumping, eyes flashing, hair flying,
are out to prove their nation did not produce just one soccer player.
The Argentines lose to a rising Bulgaria
but advance to the second round.
Without Maradona, they must deal with
the other tough guys from Eastern Europe, Romania.
Too many games in recent World Cups have been defensive.
This year, the rules have been adjusted in favour of the offence.
Referees have been warned to call more fouls and offsides
only when they're sure.
All that careful study pays off today.
Rather than wait for a mistake late in the game,
both teams attack from the start, counter-attack and attack again.
WHISTLE BLOWS
This is Los Angeles, show biz.
The game is full-court soccer, a present to the New World.
Americans want high-scoring sports? They get high-scoring sports.
Romania 3-2 Argentina.
Many say this is the best game of the World Cup.
The crowd cheers both sides.
Argentina, without its flamboyant troubled genius,
can leave with respect.
Romania brings folk dancing to the grass of the Rose Bowl.
They have gone further than they have ever gone before.
HE SINGS IN ROMANIAN
The old songs take on a new beat. Romania rocks, Romania rolls.
Romania had many great soccer players,
but they were expected to play at home. Now things are different.
Most of the Romanians play in Western Europe,
and when they return to the national team,
they bring back new skills, new confidence.
Romania has been let loose on the world.
ALL CHANT: Hagi! Hagi! Hagi!
Everything flows through Hagi,
the great schemer, the great ball handler.
He is playing with a freedom
denied to many great players in recent World Cups.
CHANT: Hagi! Hagi! Hagi!
Many Colombians think they can win it all
after the 5-0 beating of Argentina in the qualifying round.
The players have the support
of many Hispanic fans in Southern California.
Perhaps it is too much.
The Colombian players have great individual skills,
but they can't seem to play as a unit.
From such lofty expectations, it is all too easy to fall to earth.
Colombia is sleepwalking through a national nightmare. They lose heart.
Hagi. Tremendous football player,
great view about the game, and he has a tremendous left foot.
This game is like a chess match,
the Swedes trying to fill the spaces, obstruct the Romanians.
Disappointing in the 1990 World Cup,
the Swedes are a revelation in the States.
Sweden has figured out how to bottle up the Romanian attack.
No score for 78 minutes.
WHISTLE BLOWS
The goalkeeper can only make up his mind which way to jump
and hope he guesses right.
Ravelli goes low and left to stop Romania.
Sweden has moved to the semifinals for the first time since 1958.
Here come the Germans, always there,
relentless, methodical, proud, consistent
and good.
Two goals down, they will strike back.
As West Germany, they won three World Cups
and were finalists in four of the past five.
Much of their squad is left over from the 1990 champions.
Never count the Germans out.
TANNOY: Bemerken Sie sich auch die genaue Haltestelle der MPTA
oder der Eisenbahn.
Bitte versichern Sie such auch,
dass Sie fur das heutige Spiel eine gultige Eintrittskarte haben.
The Cotton Bowl, a shrine of the American version of football.
Klinsmann and the others pick up where they left off in 1990.
MUSIC: "Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner
Most games are being played in the midday sun for European television.
Good for ratings, not so good for stamina.
Germany takes a 3-0 lead on South Korea.
MUSIC SLOWS DOWN AND STOPS
TRADITIONAL KOREAN MUSIC PLAYS
The Koreans never stop running.
Hassler has cramps. Hubner has the sweats.
Klinsmann thinks the clock has stalled.
Germany wins this game 3-2.
It's hard to tell, watching Matthaus hobble off the field.
Cold and drizzly,
Chicago weather suits this Northern European showdown.
Frizzy-haired Rudi Voller retired from the national team after 1990.
Now he and Klinsmann are reunited for two goals in 11 minutes.
Voller makes it 3-1 at half-time.
Weber insists he was fouled. Belgium demands a penalty kick.
The referee says play on.
In the 91st minute, the Belgians are desperate.
"You owe us one," they say.
It was very exciting, especially at the end,
when the goalie came and decided
he was going to try to keep that German from coming out,
and he tried to get it with his head.
PREUD'HOMME'S WIFE:
Despite the loss, Preud'homme's gallantry and skill are recognised.
Long after his wife's tears have dried,
he'll be named best goalie of the 1994 World Cup.
CHANT: Michel, Michel, Michel Preud'homme!
Germany seems to be on the march again.
They have raced from Chicago to Dallas to Chicago
and now they have roared east, to the Meadowlands,
just across the river from New York.
Their quarterfinal opponent, the improbable Bulgaria,
is ranked 31st in the world, right behind the United States.
Except for Stoitchkov, they are not household names,
not like Klinsmann, not like Voller, not like Matthaus.
WHISTLE BLOWS
The Bulgarians don't expect any breaks.
Matthaus is awarded a penalty kick, his specialty.
The World Cup is about to change for Germany and Bulgaria
in the next five minutes.
The relentless Voller puts the rebound in the net.
The New Jersey scoreboard duly notes the German goal.
WHISTLE BLOWS
The referee signals Voller was offsides.
On this hot afternoon, the Germans get an emotional cold shower.
Given a life, Bulgaria strikes back.
Pressure on the Germans. Pressure leads to a foul.
Stoitchkov's missile over the wall
touches off the hopes and dreams of the tiny nation.
The Germans stand around, looking for an opening.
They have lost their edge.
You never see this from the Germans.
Bulgaria is in charge now.
They push the ball downfield against a stumbling Matthaus.
What happened to the myth of the unflappable Germans?
The ball moves from centre to the side to centre.
The hunters are being stalked by the new force from the east.
The world has turned in five minutes,
from 2-0 Germany for a few false seconds to 2-1 Bulgaria.
The defending champions have gone down.
The Bulgarian players came to America
to reverse their gloomy World Cup history,
16 games, 6 ties, 10 losses.
They believe they are better than that.
The Bulgarians are anxious. They cannot quite finish their attack.
This is Nigeria's first game ever in the World Cup, and they play hard.
For Bulgaria, even the shots that go in don't count.
Stoitchkov's perfect free kick is nullified.
Bulgaria had been signalled to make two touches after the foul.
The Bulgarians are no strangers to suffering.
The streak is now 17 games without a victory.
Sometimes suffering is rewarded.
The next game, Bulgaria beats Greece, then Argentina.
And when the suffering ends, the celebrating begins.
The Bulgarians don't want the party to stop.
The Bulgarians gather themselves to confront Mexico,
first in its own group.
Stoitchkov quiets the partisan crowd early.
WHISTLE BLOWS
Mexico draws even on a penalty kick.
Both teams play roughly, afraid to make a mistake.
Four yellow cards each, one expulsion each.
The game must go into the much-criticised shoot-out.
Tension shows as Mexico misses three straight penalties.
Bulgaria's getting good at celebrating.
In perhaps the biggest shock of this World Cup,
Bulgaria will now stun Germany.
Some of the old powers are suffering, too.
Italia! Italia!
Italy has won three World Cups.
It is the richest national league in the world.
The blue shirts of the Azzurri
are respected and feared wherever they play.
But things are not going right here.
Coach Arrigo Sacchi has been tinkering with the line-up
ever since he took over this team two years ago.
Never a professional player, he is a self-possessed man,
a thinker, a questioner.
Italian fans are confused. What is Sacchi thinking? What does he want?
# You'll never beat the Irish! You'll never beat the Irish! #
Ireland and Italy are playing today, and I hope Ireland win.
The ultimate ethnic game for New York.
In the 11th minute, all Italy is in pain when Irish eyes are smiling.
With the Azzurri, it seems there is no easy way.
Italy must win this game against tall and rugged Norway.
The players know they will be vilified back home
if they are eliminated in the first round.
It has happened before.
Pagliuca is expelled for fouling the dribbler.
Sacchi must send in his second goalkeeper,
but he must remove one of his ten players. Who will it be?
Roberto Baggio, the best player in the world, is out.
CHANT: Italia! Italia! Italia!
Sacchi is given some breathing room when Dino Baggio beats Norway.
Italy cheers. Italy debates Sacchi's decision.
Mexico! Viva Mexico!
Viva USA, too! USA tambien!
The Group of Death lives up to its name.
All four teams are tied going into the final game.
Two games are played simultaneously to heighten the suspense.
Roberto Baggio is back in the line-up, nervous and withdrawn.
So are the Italian fans.
Massaro scores when Sacchi inserts him in the second half.
But Campos rallies his team.
Sometimes the Mexicans seem like the true home team in the States.
By time, Mexico has advanced. Italy must sweat it out
before learning it has slipped into the next round.
CHANT: Mexico! Mexico! Mexico!
Brazil was the first nation to win three World Cups.
Many soccer fans think Brazil should always be in the finals -
the vibrant fans, the mystical globe on the Brazilian flag
and players in blue and yellow racing up and down the field.
Happy football.
I have learned from Brazil.
Brazil came to Spain to practise, all these good players,
and they make entertainment football
but with football that is defence building up in attack.
And Brazilian only were looking for how many goals we can score
and they forgot to defend, and therefore they went away.
They were the best team in Spain, and they went away home.
So also now Brazil has to make a mix from players abroad to not.
Brazil is the best team in the tournament.
TANNOY: ..Leonardo!
Defender, number 15, Marcio Santos!
Brazilian fans criticise Carlos Alberto Parreira
and his defensive tactics.
The purpose of the game is to score, isn't it?
After an embarrassing loss in Bolivia during the qualifying round,
Parreira started to use Romario for offence.
In their last game at home,
the Brazilians entered the field holding hands and won.
They have been practising togetherness ever since.
Number 8, Dunga!
Number 9, Zinho!
Under Parreira's system,
defenders like Dunga and Mauro Silva are expected to stay close to home.
Brazil must show its determination first.
Then scorers like Bebeto and Romario can do what they do so well.
RAP MUSIC PLAYS
Number 7, Bebeto!
Number 11, Romario!
Cameroon was the delight of the 1990 World Cup.
The Indomitable Lions are now strapped for money, short on morale.
The Americans have brought grass indoors -
the Silverdome, Pontiac, Michigan.
I think Brazil plays, er...
..a faster passing game. They try to pass the ball around much more.
Sweden scores first, but Romario scores in the 47th minute.
Both teams advance.
Brazil's next game is in the sunlight,
on 4th July, against the home team.
# Oh, say, can you see
# By the dawn's early light
# What so proudly we hailed
# At the twilight's last gleaming? # CHANT: USA! USA! USA!
Soccer? It's a game you play with a ball.
You never touch it with your hand.
It's a shame that Americans are too big and clumsy to play it well.
ROCK VERSION: # Now say, can you see
# By the dawn's early light
# What so proudly we hailed
# At the twilight's last gleaming?
# Whose noble stripes and bright stars
# Threw a perilous light
# O'er the ramparts we watched
# Were so gallantly streaming?
# And the rockets' red glare
# Moving right through the air
# Gave proof through the night... #
For the first time in this generation,
Americans know the intense joy of winning a World Cup game.
These players, with no major league of their own,
have learned a trick or two.
Marcelo Balboa's bicycle kick
would have been the shot of the World Cup...
if it had gone in.
# O'er the land of the free
# And the home of the brave. #
It's the difference between Germany or Brazil.
With Germany, you jump off a roof of the Empire State Building,
and with Brazil, you jump off a bridge.
So it's the same thing, you know?
We have a great attitude, we believe in ourselves,
and we have great individual players.
And we can beat anybody.
We're hosting the tournament, we're playing in our country.
We have a lot of things going for us.
Number one! USA!
Celebrate the 4th with Team USA!
They take on Brazil in a do-or-die battle live.
It's the World Cup Monday here on ABC!
4th July, Independence Day, greatest day of American history.
4th July, it's a big day - we're going to win.
The scene is set - 4th July against the strong guys.
And it could happen, anything can happen.
The home team advances to the second round
and runs into the old champions.
Bora Milutinovic doesn't speak much English,
but he constructs a rugged defence,
as long as the American lads don't mind being a bit aggressive -
actually, it seems to come naturally to some of them.
WHISTLE BLOWS
Frustration leads to an ugly gesture.
Leonardo breaks a bone behind Tab Ramos' ear.
Playing a man short seems to stimulate the old champs.
CROWD CHANTS: USA! USA! USA! USA!
Suddenly, the Americans are slipping and sliding.
Tony Meola studies acting and Alexi Lalas plays guitar.
Both of them, at this moment,
are thinking only of holding off Brazil.
Romario draws the American defence,
sends the ball forward to Bebeto, who scores.
Now the great ball control skills of Brazil assert themselves.
This large crowd has witnessed Americans pestering Brazilians
on 4th July.
It's a nice memory.
WHISTLE BLOWS
HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS
Yeah, this is it...
Aw, yeah...
Right here.
I'm sure, for the future, the world champion
is coming out of Africa.
Coach Clemens Westerhof brings the Dutch vision of soccer -
speed and skill, exuberance and experience.
The Nigerians are professionals.
Most of the players play in the top clubs in Europe,
using the African and the European style of play
combined together.
# We're true believers
# No matter what you do
# We're true believers
# Everybody wants to shoot the moon
# Everybody wants to
# Be the one to touch the sun
# Never wonder why
# We're true believers
# No matter what you do
# We're true believers
# Yeah Everybody wants to be the man
# Everybody wants control... #
MAN YELLS IN ITALIAN
The enigmatic Sacchi keeps juggling.
Somebody compares him to Fellini -
a grand ringmaster who moves people around.
"Well," Sacchi says, "I admire his work."
Massaro, Donadoni, Maldini - they all hit the ground.
The Italians are not going to be able to intimidate the Nigerians.
TV COMMENTARY IN ITALIAN
WHISTLE BLOWS
The Italian players are running out of time.
Roberto Baggio can get nothing going.
Sacchi searches for more energy.
He takes out Signori, the leading scorer of the Italian league,
and sends in Zola.
WHISTLE BLOWS
14 minutes later, Zola is red carded.
With two minutes remaining,
Nigeria ignores Baggio for a split-second.
Mussi centres the ball
and Baggio hammers it past Rufai.
CHEERING
After the salvation goal by Baggio,
everything starts to work for Italy.
MUSIC: "Questa O Quella" by Giuseppe Verdi
# La costanza tiranna delcore detestiamo qual morbo
# Qual morbo crudele... #
WHISTLE BLOWS
WILD CHEERING
The silky pass to Benarrivo and penalty kick
demonstrate why Sacchi kept Baggio in this game.
Never underestimate the greatest players -
the Nigerians learn this the hard way.
HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
# Kick it!
# Oh! #
HE SPEAKS IN DUTCH
THEY SING RAUCOUSLY
THEY SING IN DUTCH TO THE TUNE OF "AULD LANG SYNE"
Well, I hope we as a Dutch team
can play a good championship
and can come a long way.
The Dutch fans are among the happiest in this World Cup.
Of course, with Dennis Bergkamp, they have reason to be happy.
HE SPEAKS IN DUTCH
For two decades, the Dutch have been playing an open style
called "total football."
Only trouble is they have not yet won a World Cup.
Ah, football...phew! It's culture, it's...
All of football is traditie.
CHEERING
In 1990, Ireland put out the Dutch.
This year, the Dutch eliminate the Irish in the second round
after Packie Bonner fumbles Jonk's very catchable shot.
Brasil! Brasil! Brasil! Brasil!
HE SINGS IN DUTCH
It's going to be very good game,
because both teams have very quality players
and they both play offensive.
So it's going to be a good game. It's going to be a real good game.
TANNOY: Number 18 - Stan Valckx!
Number 19 - Peter van Vossen!
The quarterfinals - a sea of orange in Dallas.
The Dutch meet the other practitioners of joy soccer.
No score in the first half, but with a new emphasis on offence,
Aldair and the other backs advance the ball,
bypassing the midfield.
The odd couple arrives -
Romario scores to put Brazil ahead,
then Bebeto scores and plays Rock-A-Bye, Baby on the sideline
for his newborn son, Mattheus,
named after the great German striker Matthaus.
Brazilians called this "the baby goal".
But the Netherlands come back
as Bergkamp catches the Brazilians taking a nap of their own.
Then Winter scores a header from a corner kick.
Very impressively, the Dutch have tied the game.
WHISTLE BLOWS
Romario diverts the goalkeeper
as Branco delivers his specialty -
a left-footed free kick.
For the first time since 1978, Brazil is back in the semifinal.
HE SHOUTS IN PORTUGUESE
HE SPEAKS IN SPANISH
Flourishing modern Spain -
one of the richest soccer leagues in the world,
bringing in great players from other countries.
Sometimes, the home-grown players feel ignored.
For proud young players like Caminero and Luis Enrique,
this is the chance to show their ability.
Spain has never been a major force in the World Cup.
Now, it has reached the final eight
with aspirations of going even higher.
HE SPEAKS IN SPANISH
TV COMMENTARY IN SPANISH
WHISTLE BLOWS
Spanish fans remember
how Italy slumped through the first round in 1982
but then beat Brazil and Argentina in one historic week
en route to the title.
In tapas bars and outdoor cafes all over Spain,
the fans pray Italy won't continue its revival against them.
HE SPEAKS IN SPANISH
WHISTLE BLOWS
For the first time in this World Cup,
Italy dominates early -
exactly what the Spaniards feared.
Italy's defences fall apart
and Caminero ties the score.
EXCITED CHATTER
His suspension over, Pagliuca is back in goal -
bursting with energy, he rallies his team to action.
This shot by Julio Salinas
will be considered the worst miss of the 1994 World Cup
and Spain loses its momentum.
Signori and Baggio are finally getting acquainted.
This is the genius of Baggio -
he turns games around two minutes from the end.
But it's hard getting back on your feet
after something like this.
In the closing minute, Luis Enrique takes an elbow in the face.
Rarely is a world-level player so enraged.
The referee has missed the foul, but the world soccer body,
known as FIFA, will review the tape
and suspend Tassotti for eight games.
WHISTLE BLOWS
The Italian players embrace on the grass in Massachusetts
while long evening shadows form in Spain.
An evening that will last four long years.
I mean, I'm glad that I can score goals, but I mean,
the most important thing is that the team wins
and that I'm playing well.
SWEDISH FANS CHANT
The Swedes earn everything they get.
They play together under Tommy Svensson.
They play defence and they are not afraid to attack.
Sweden's best-known star is Tomas Brolin,
who plays for Parma in Italy.
The Italian teams tend to go for foreigners with a nose for the goal.
THEY YELL
Ravelli is closing in on 35, but goalkeepers tend to age well -
Yashin, Shilton...
Dino Zoff won a World Cup at 40.
You have to say Ravelli doesn't hide his emotions.
We are very pleased with the result today and the performance,
but we are not fully satisfied.
We are trying to make our best also to beat Brazil on Wednesday.
TANNOY: Today's officials and the national teams
of Sweden and Brazil!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Brazil and Sweden tied each other in the first round.
Sweden is coming off an exhausting overtime victory
over Romania on Sunday.
Brazil finished off The Netherlands in regulation time on Saturday.
The extra day of rest is showing.
TV COMMENTARY IN PORTUGUESE
With Brolin and Dahlin hobbling and Schwarz red-carded,
Sweden tries to hang on.
TV COMMENTARY IN PORTUGUESE
The Brazilian players get anxious when the ball does not go in.
So do the fans back home.
WHISTLE BLOWS
TV COMMENTARY IN PORTUGUESE
Jorginho roams downfield and serves a perfect pass to Romario.
Ravelli is the last hope. But he can't hang on forever.
At only 5' 6",
how does Romario rise above the Swedes?
Romario's skills were developed at the beach.
Play foot volley for fun in your bare feet on sand
and you will always have the touch inside your shoes.
Even in the biggest stadiums,
the biggest games of your life.
Romario...
Well, I hear Romario is very good.
Romario.
CROWD CHANTS: Ro-ma-rio! Ro-ma-rio! Ro-ma-rio!
HE SPEAKS IN ROMANIAN
HE SPEAKS IN PORTUGUESE
HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
SHE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
The hopes of a nation
are on Roberto Baggio's slender shoulders.
SHE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
BAGGIO SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
ITALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS
The Bulgarians are further than they ever dared to dream.
The Italians are merely where they're supposed to be.
This is a huge difference.
The Bulgarians are in a state of grace -
the Italians, a state of anxiety.
TV COMMENTARY IN ITALIAN
Always in the right place, always moving forward,
always anticipating,
Sacchi's defence nullifies the Bulgarian game plan.
CHEERING
HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
Baggio does not want to wait for any last-minute miracles this time.
These are the Azzurri the fans back home demand.
The fans say, "This is how we should play all the time."
THEY CHEER AND GROAN
FANS CHANT: Italia! Italia! Italia! Italia!
WILD CHEERING
This is the best half Italy has played,
yet the Bulgarians will not give in.
Sometimes, the human spirit must reject the laws
other people have written for them.
They must cross the frontiers, still striving for their own utopia.
TV COMMENTARY IN ITALIAN
Stoitchkov cuts the lead in half.
BULGARIAN PLAYER YELLS
REFEREE: Calm down! Take it easy!
Maybe a penalty call would have changed everything.
Bulgaria will never know.
Maldini and Costacurta work in perfect tandem
to shut down Bulgaria.
TV COMMENTARY IN ITALIAN
Baggio's hamstring has been tightening up all afternoon.
The Italian players do not relish having to play
without the man known as "Il Codino" - "The Pigtail".
Baggio must somehow heal in three days.
Italy is in the final.
CROWD CHANTS: Italia! Italia!
THEY CHANT IN ITALIAN
CHEERING, FOGHORNS BLARING
HORNS HONK
We've come all the way from London, England,
to see the final in Los Angeles.
These are the tickets.
They come from everywhere - rich and poor,
brothers and sisters of different races,
different languages,
find themselves with the same passion for the sport -
a passion which colours the faces, the streets,
the windows of the imagination.
This passion launches a parade of hopes and dreams for all the people.
It flows through the air, the seas, the rivers -
all these diverse paths lead to these temples
where we celebrate soccer,
this passion that beats deep down in our hearts.
Two billion hearts.
Baggio!
Italia! Italia!
Brasil, campeao!
Viva gli Azzurri! Forza!
Brasil! Brasil!
Forza Italia!
HE SPEAKS IN ITALIAN
THEY CHANT IN ITALIAN
TV COMMENTARY IN ITALIAN
MUSIC INAUDIBLE
WHISTLE BLOWS
PAGLIUCA YELLS
Italia!
Forza!
FRUSTRATED SHOUTING
BERTI YELLS
WHISTLE BLOWS
MUSIC: "Siegfried's Death And Funeral March" by Richard Wagner
BARESI GROANS
WHISTLE BLOWS
PAGLIUCA YELLS TRIUMPHANTLY
WHISTLE BLOWS
MASSARO YELLS IN ITALIAN
WHISTLE BLOWS
DUNGA SHOUTS
WHISTLE BLOWS
WILD CHEERING
GROANING
TAFFAREL SHOUTS
ECSTATIC CHEERING
MUSIC AND CHEERING
PLAYERS CHANT: Eh! Brasil! Brasil!
CROWD CHEERS
CROWD ROARS
It's not the games. It's the people.
CHANTING IN SWEDISH
Italiano! Italiano!
# And we'll really shake them up
# When we win the World Cup
# Cos Ireland are the greatest football team... #
Columbia! Columbia! Columbia! Columbia! Columbia!
Columbia! Columbia! Columbia! Columbia! Columbia...
WOMAN SHRIEKS
CROWD CHANTS: Italia! Italia!
CROWD CHANTS: Ole!
SIRENS BLARE, FIREWORKS EXPLODE
# One day, you will arise
# Knowing for certain you own the prize
# Somehow, something will say
# This is your time This is the chosen day
# Listen, it will be clear
# Listen to the song of life and you will hear
# Two billion hearts beating as one
# All their hopes are shining like the light of the sun
# And here is the hour your moment starts
# When they beat together
# Two billion hearts
# Heroes fearless and bold
# Facing the future whatever it holds
# Take it and you will see
# This is your fate Your only destiny
# Voices filling the air
# Saying "You can be whatever you dare"
# Oh, yeah
# Two billion hearts strong as they seem
# Faithful and united
# They believe in the dream
# A light with the power true as the stars
# They will beat forever
# Two billion hearts
# There's a waiting world listening
# Echoing the sound that they bring
# Like the mighty oceans cry
# Or the thunder in the sky
# They will sing
# Oh, yeah
# Two billion hearts beating as one
# All their hopes are shining like the light of the sun
# And here is the hour your moment starts
# When they beat together
# Two billion hearts... #