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They say
that those who go to Rio

do so because they are
attracted by the bright lights.

It is the city of opportunity

a chance to escape the poverty
and hardship of rural Brazil.

Hope for a better life.

But to make it in this city

you need to have something
other than just hope.

This is Carlos Henrique Raposo.

But no one calls him by that name.

He is known to all as Kaiser.

Kaiser, the German word for emperor.

Derived from the Roman ruler,
Julius Caesar.

Kaiser, like Caesar, is a man
who does not rely on hope,

and like the man who bore
his title before him

this Kaiser also created an empire,

a world where he was at the
centre, pulling the strings.

At least, that's his version of it.

There are many, many others.

To understand Kaiser's story,
one thing needs to be made

absolutely clear.

Brazil loves football and
football loves Brazil.

Brazil is an
inexhaustible factory of amazing talent.

Over the years, Brazil has won.

All there is to win.

And we have done it in style.
Brazilian style.

Brazilian football is
like an art-form.

It's technically fantastic.

The creativity and skill of
Brazilian players is indisputable.

Brazil may
not have invented football,

but we certainly added Ginga to it.

Ginga, an indefinable,
almost mystical quality

of movement and attitude
possessed by Brazilians.

It is there in the way
we walk, talk, dance,

and yes, in the way we play football.

So, it naturally follows
that those who add Ginga

to what is effectively
a national treasure

are loved and worshiped by millions,

and can get just about anything they want.

The high life, 1980s and 1990s Rio

was the realm of the superstar footballer.

And in this city, superstar footballers

play for one of Rio's
top four football clubs.

But if a footballer ever
played for all top four clubs,

well, he would be able to have it all.

The first time I saw Kaiser,
he was crossing the street…

With such swagger that I thought…

"That guy must be one of the best
footballers in the world."

Kaiser is one of the most
iconic characters in world football.

Kaiser was cool, in
every sense of the word.

It was his lingo and vernacular…

The way he walked, the way he dressed.

He pranced around in swimming
trunks flicking his long hair around.

He had that kind of hair…

And sunglasses.

Those massive sunglasses.

He would even rock a bum-bag which
is now completely dated.

In my mind, he was a footballer.

Now, a story
about a football player

who was popular and looked
good in tight swimming trunks

would be nothing special

and it would be a relatively short tale.

Kaiser's story is about
much, much more than that.

I think he's the only
person on the planet

who for 26 years

played football without putting
on a pair of boots.

I don't think he ever went on a pitch.

He signed contracts with many clubs…

But he didn't touch the ball. He didn't
even know the ball was round.

He was a professional conman.

I took part in this documentary
to tell the truth.

In Brazil, footballers have
always been fawned over.

People in the football world have
always been idolised and seen as special.

That's why my nickname is Kaiser.
My real name is Carlos Henrique Raposo…

Kaiser was given to me because other
players compared me to Beckenbauer.

Kaiser was given to me because other
players compared me to Beckenbauer.

Kaiser, the king of German football,
the Pele of German football.

They, not me, thought the way
I played was similar to Beckenbauer.

I didn't give myself the Kaiser mantle.
The Kaiser title.

They made it up for me
because I had something.

He was always chubby,
always chubby.

Back then there was a beer called Kaiser.

It was kind of a thick round bottle…

And people would ask "Why Kaiser?"

"It's because he looks like
the Kaiser bottle."

Then the Kaiser nickname ended up sticking…

That was the story.

This is the story of
an anti-footballer.

I want you to use that phrase.
Anti-footballer.

I didn't play. I didn't score.
I didn't kick a ball.

It's not the story of the star player,
of the guy who did everything.

It's the story of an anti-footballer.

He's been in loads of clubs. I think
Kaiser's been all over the world.

Not just Brazil but the whole world.

I'm sure of that.

Kaiser was
here there and everywhere

including Rio's top four clubs.

He played for Flamengo...

The biggest club in Brazil

with over 40 million fans.

The list of great players includes Zico,

Romario, and Be be to.

I met him in person
when he approached me...

He introduced himself as a footballer,

and said that he'd played for
several clubs in Europe.

He wanted a chance to show
his value as a player.

He played for Vasco.

One of the most
iconic clubs in world football,

named after the famous
Portuguese explorer.

Sometimes he would
spend three months at one club

four months at another, five
months somewhere else.

In the same year he would
be at three or four clubs.

I was at Fluminense twice.

Flamengo's traditional rival.

Their derby matches are among
the most intense in...

South American football.

He managed to train
with the Fluminense first team…

But nobody managed to see him
train with the ball itself.

I was at Botafogo two or three times.

The last of Rio's big four.

Botafogo has produced more
Brazilian internationals

than any other club.

He would come with newspapers,

and ID cards of clubs he'd been at.

He actually managed to get
into professional teams…

That's the most incredible thing
about his whole story.

As well as the big clubs...

Kaiser also played for the
smaller Rio teams.

I had three stints at
America FC, two at Bangu.

But Kaiser's career

really took off internationally.

I spent three years at
Puebla having them on.

It wasn't like El Paso.

El Paso was horrible.

At the time we didn't
have access to the information

we have today in our globalized world

with Google and the internet.

So I'm watching the TV:
"The new signing, Kaiser."

And everyone fell for it.

"I can't believe he's at another club."

He had some offer
from Arabia, from France or Japan.

He would vanish, disappear.

He had a photo of
Paris Saint-Germain.

He'd trained at Paris Saint-Germain.

Independiente in Argentina.

He said he became world club champion…

In a final against Barcelona.

Then after about six months
Kaiser would come back.

Kaiser's roster of clubs

is a list that any average player

would die for.

But Kaiser was not your average player.

Kaiser was crap at football.

That's the conclusion we came to.

He couldn't play for his life.

He only had one problem.
The ball.

He was good at everything but
the ball was his weakness.

The ball wasn't his thing.

Coconuts were.

He was good with coconuts, not balls.

In Brazil,
people who are not very good

at football, won't even get
into a kick-about on a beach,

let alone sign contracts

with some of the biggest
clubs in the world.

Yet despite his lack of talent...

Kaiser managed to do just that.

But how?

He turned up on a day

where the training sessions
was based around fitness.

And he displayed an incredible vigour.

What I had was physical fitness,
but it wasn't enough.

You had to be skilful. Very skilful.

We usually started
off with fitness,

and finished training with the ball.

He was wherever the ball wasn't.

If the ball was on
the right, he'd be on the left.

If the ball was on the left,
he'd be on the right.

If the ball was in the middle, he'd be in defence.
The ball was in defence, he'd be in attack.

We'd play piggy in the middle
with Kaiser as the piggy,

and he'd have serious trouble.

Kaiser would run from
one side to the other…

And we'd just say "Get out Kaiser
or we'll end up killing you."

Kaiser was dying. Sweating loads.

He was wrecked before
training even started!

I knew immediately that
he didn't possess

all the qualities that
he claimed to have.

He knew that he wasn't a footballer
and that he never wanted to play.

It's like a doctor who's scared of blood,

wanting to be a doctor.

After the game I'd tell him:
"Kaiser you never touch the ball."

He said "Ricardo, I have a
unique style of play."

He was a cheeky bastard too.

Clearly, Kaiser wasn't in it,

for the footballing glory.

So, what was his goal?

I would sign a contract
then take the cash advance,

so it didn't matter if
the salary came in or not.

I'm not one of those players who
sees out his three-year contract.

The idea was to get out
as quickly as possible.

He was always faking something.

His whole injury charade was amazing.

After two sprints
he felt something...

He put his hand on his leg,

and he asked to come off.

He was always faking.

Injured ankle, injured thigh,
he'd snapped a tendon.

There were no MRI scans
back then so I faked being injured.

He would sign for a club and stay
with the physio for three months.

Then he would get injured again.

Centre-forwards have
to score or at least assist goals.

But, it's easier to hide from the
game as a centre-forward.

I think that's why he played there.

If I had to symbolically kill my grandma
to not play, I would kill her.

I would get a phone call saying my grandma
had died. I would do that not to play.

I didn't want to play.

We were in the dressing room
getting changed…

And he put his hand in his bag and
there was a 'brrrrr'

There was a cell phone noise.

Then he takes out a big brick
thing that opens like this...

"Hello."

He was like "I'm just talking with
the people over in France..."

"Sorting out my contract."

He used to mix English with French.

"'Tres bien, Tres bien. Et vous?"

He would pretend he was talking
to the Barcelona President.

"One moment. One moment please.
Tres bien, tres bien."

So, when he leaves,
Nelson pulls it out...

It's a toy cell phone.

If you tell your friends any of this,
they won't believe it.

Everywhere he went there would be somebody
to have a word with the coach,

so he could have a chance to train.

It was me who had a word with Carlos Alberto
Torres "Professor, let Kaiser train."

Other people too. I think he always
had somebody who could help him out,

but he knew he didn't have what it takes
to be a professional footballer.

When they say: "Kaiser
wasn't a good player."

Kaiser wasn't a good player because...

They're comparing me to the players
I hung around with.

If it was with today's
generation, I'd be a star player.

You understand?

The players Kaiser
claims he hung around with

were not ordinary footballers.

They are some of the
biggest stars Brazil

has ever produced.

Zico, Be be to, Junior, Romario.

You'd have to be really
good to stand out

amongst those guys.

One man did just that.

His name wasn't Kaiser, though.

It was Renato Portaluppi,
a right-winger

from Porto Alegre, southern Brazil.

And because he was from the state

famous for its cowboys.

He was known to all as Renato Gaucho.

I'd define
Renato Gaucho like this…

Renato Gaucho was the perfect man.

Renato had an
illustrious career in Brazil.

He's one of the greatest forwards
in Brazilian football

without a doubt.

Renato was a top player.

He was a player much like

Cristiano Ronaldo...

Messi, Neymar.

He'd be there working
harder than everybody.

He'd cover more distance than
anyone on the pitch.

He played every game,

and he always delivered.

He has the strength of a Gaucho,

and the Ginga of a Carioca.

Renato made his name at Gremio,

pretty much single-handedly taking them

to the Copa Libertadores
and then the World Club Cup.

Renato's rise at
Gremio was as a young heart-throb.

He was almost like a soap opera
star in that early period.

He'd date women and go to nightclubs

he'd joke around. He was a real joker.

Great for the group. I loved him.

I had a real dislike for him.

Stuck up stud.

I have a deep dislike for stuck-up ladies'
men, for arrogant hot guys.

They really piss me off.

Renato was always a lad
in the good sense of the word.

Relaxed, likeable, friendly, affable.

But he was a ladies' man.

I send this flower to my love.

I'll send one to my other love Carla.

For Maria. Oh God.

For my love, Carl in ha.

Monica, you're amazing.
I'd never forget you.

Oh God.

We did an interview on the beach,

and he wore tiny, weeny
little yellow speedos.

He had a huge speedo collection…

Because he lived in Ipanema and he
went to the beach every day.

After chatting for half an hour,
we became friends.

You always seem to be dating
a different beautiful woman

are you fickle?

They can choose to accept me how I am.

One time in the middle of the
famous Rio Sul shopping mall

I saw a small crowd gathering with
guys passing by me saying...

"Renato Gaucho's over there
signing autographs."

And I thought "Is Renato there?
I'll go and see."

I get into the middle of the mall and
who's there signing autographs?

Kaiser!

He wanted to look
like Renato Gaucho...

He cut his hair the same way…

And tried to wear similar clothes to
Renato when he could.

He pretended to be Renato.
He would show goal montages from afar,

and because Kaiser had
wavy hair like Renato…

He would tell girls that he'd
scored a goal for Gremio.

And girls bought it because they didn't
have a lot of knowledge about players.

My reign truly began from 1983 when
I was compared to Renato.

That's when my reign starts.
Renato's clone.

I began visiting
Rio de Janeiro in 1983,

and it was around then
I met this legend.

We can call him that.

All of you abroad may have only
just heard of him,

but for us here he's a legend.

And then I started hearing all
of these stories about me...

"This guy's slept with women pretending
to be you."

"He's doing this or that."

"He's doing well out of your name."

I said "If the guy's doing well, let him."

"Unless he's stealing or attacking
somebody let him do it."

Due to my resemblance with Renato.

"I used to sleep with older women..."

For money

because women wanted to bed Renato,

but they paid to have sex with Kaiser.

When I met Kaiser I could really
see how much he resembled me.

After we met I could never forget him

because he's a real character.

There are endless stories about Kaiser.

We've been good friends for many years,

and I know we'll stay that way.

I don't drink because my mum was
an alcoholic. I have an aversion to drink.

For me nowadays, my dad, my brother,
my friend, my everything

is Renato Gaucho.

By pretending to be Renato,

Kaiser had tasted the life
of a professional footballer.

He had his entry into the game,

and he fully intended to exploit it.

In Brazil, Kaiser is known as a 171,

the penal code for scams and fraud.

As we say colloquially
here in Brazil...

"Every 171 is loveable."

And Kaiser is no exception.

They're always bad. Always bad.

Profiting from something they don't do.

Kaiser is a good 171.

He was shady in a good way.

I think he's an affront to
the profession of football.

Kaiser knew
that if he wanted to maintain

his footballer lifestyle,
he had to become one.

And with his growing
network of famous friends,

he started getting introductions
to professional clubs.

His first opportunity
didn't come in Rio,

but 9,000 kilometers away.

Ajaccio, or Corsica actually.

The island is very beautiful.
Surrounded by the Mediterranean.

GFCA. Gazelec Football Club Ajaccio.

I was taken by a Brazilian called
Fabio Barros, Fabinho.

I arrived and they had high expectations
because I was Brazilian.

The stadium was packed with fans.

I climbed into the stands and gave
flowers to the president's wife,

got the Corsican flag and kissed it.

And so, I didn't have to train

I kicked all the balls out to the fans…

And then there was no training.

I got a standing ovation.

Just because of that I could have
stayed ten years without playing.

There was a game, which
I was watching from the stands.

And right when they blew the whistle
he made a crazy ten-metre dash.

At the end of the sprint he put his hand
on his leg and fell on the ground.

There was a French guy sat next to me who
also played for the club and he said.

"Alex, that guy never plays.
I already knew that was going to happen"

"I was actually surprised he didn't
come off before the whistle blew."

His relationship with the club
couldn't have been worse.

He didn't bother anybody, but
the coach didn't like him.

My friends were the
directors not the players.

Corsica wants to be independent.

So, the violence there is really bad.

It's mafia. Let's not beat around
the bush. It's mafia.

Mancini, an Italian, was vice-president.

He had a special relationship with Mancini…

As if he was his son.

It was like a wing of
protection around Kaiser.

It was a kind of mafia thing.

There came a point when they said
"He's not going to perform."

"He's not going to perform but
he's important to us."

And he was loaned out,
he didn't stay there.

He was always going back to
Brazil to play for Bangu.

Loaned out to Bangu, America FC.

In a country

where he couldn't speak the language

and was a complete unknown,
Kaiser had conned his way

into professional football.

Having a foreign club on his resume

gave him exactly what
he needed back at home,

a doorway into the world
of Brazilian football.

The clubs I've been at
probably won't admit it

because I was a disappointment for them.

But clubs screw so many people over

that somebody had to trick the clubs.

They couldn't fire me.

How do you explain that you signed
some player who didn't work out?

You can't sell them.

You'll be devaluing all of your assets.

All the teams I went to celebrated twice

when I signed and the again when I left.

You understand?

The only exception to that was Bangu.

This is the
legendary Brazilian children's

TV show, Balao Magico.

It featured a clown, a flying
balloon with an evil face,

and what appears to be a dancing penis,

which is stroking an egg.

Balao Magico and its theme
song, Super Fantastisco,

were loved by millions,
including this man,

Castor de Andrade.

Castor was a colourful
character in Brazilian life.

He was patron of the famous
Moncidade's Samba School,

which still competes in Rio Carnival.

Castor was a man of the people,

known throughout the entire country.

Bravo!

And he financed
and controlled Bangu,

a small club in the west zone of Rio.

Whatever he wanted, happened.

Offside!

And Castor wanted the Bangu
band to play Super Fantastico

at every game.

Everybody who played for
Bangu under Doctor Castor

was afraid of Doctor Castor.

That's a fact. You couldn't not be.

The left back for the 1970
national team, Marco Antonio

was always injured and he couldn't play.

Castor went to training where Marco
Antonio was chatting away

he took his revolver out...

BANG, he took a shot
near Marco Antonio's foot.

He jumped about two kilometres.

"Look! You're fine! You
can play tomorrow then."

Castor was a man

that no one wanted to mess with.

In the 1980s, he was considered
to be the most dangerous

crime boss in Brazil.

If the police stopped you in the street
and you mentioned Doctor Castor…

You would get off scot-free.

Castor de Andrade's name
was very powerful.

I was a friend of his.
I'm godfather to his daughter.

Castor was charismatic, caring.
He lived on the wrong side of the law,

but all the powerful leaders
around the country loved him.

Castor was a bichiero,

the head of an illegal lottery
game called Jogo Do Bicho.

You can still buy a ticket
on every street corner

in Brazil, and it's tolerated

because everybody plays it.

Castor had been born into the game,

and had gone from owning
a few lottery stores

to becoming one of the richest,

and most influential people
in the whole of Brazil.

Castor de Andrade was
drowning in money.

He could light cigars with $100 bills.

He was the boss.
He assumed the power of the role.

I would very often see
players kiss his hand.

That would actually happen.

Crime bosses
are passionate people.

And what better to release passion

than through football.

Bangu and Castor were a perfect match.

I saw who ordered them to attack me,

and it was the chairman,
Castor de Andrade.

I ran after the referee with a
clear instruction saying...

"Don't leave the pitch!"

"Wait on the pitch for the police."

And as I approached him shouting
"Don't leave the pitch!"

He might have thought I was trying
to attack him, so he ran off.

The footage shows the carnage,

but I didn't see anything.

I remember saying
to him "Hey, Castor..."

He liked me a lot because I
didn't ask for bribes.

And he said to me "Garotinho,
get this in your head..."

"Only people that deserve it get killed."

So, I went out thinking "Whoa, only people
that deserve it get killed!"

How was I supposed to
interpret that sentence?

Castor's money
brought in some of the greatest

players in Brazil,
including some of the 1970...

World Cup winning squad
and their superstar

national team forward, called Maurino.

The team went from nothing
to narrowly missing out

on becoming champions of Brazil in 1985.

Castor's money also brought
him a not-so-great player.

I came from Ajaccio.

I went from Corsica to Bangu.

There's a newspaper headline
saying "Bangu has its king."

Who was that? Zizinho?

No. Carlos Kaiser.

From a sports newspaper back then.
It's there for whoever wants to see it.

I saw this newspaper headline
"Bangu signs Kaiser."

The name alone stands
out. A name like Kaiser.

"I want to see this guy play."

He became as important

as Mauro Galvão, Marinho,

and nobody today can explain why.

Because he was as important as
we were for the club.

For doing nothing.

He wasn't a player.

I was a ball boy at Bangu.

He would tell me from on the pitch
"Go up to the stands..."

"And get all the guys from the
favela here to shout my name."

"Then after the training I'll
buy you a snack and a drink."

I said: "Leave it to me." Then I went up
and got about 30 guys to shout...

"Kaiser! Kaiser!"

After that Castor would say "He's the man."

He managed to fool the most
dangerous man in Brazil.

Tripping Castor up is like tripping up
a tortoise. It's difficult,

but it seems he did it.

We were afraid of Doctor Castor,

but he loved Kaiser.

You'd got into Castor's room and
Kaiser was always there

playing, chatting and laughing loads.

When we had to give an interview,
Doctor Castor asked him to do it.

And everybody was
like "Doctor, why Kaiser?"

He would just say "Kaiser is the man."

Doctor Castor always thought I
was going to shine at some point.

I organized everything. I was
the team's PR manager.

So, when a director of the team
decided to get rid of me

there were 30 people demanding
that I stayed.

The good thing he brought to Bangu
was that he filled the place up with girls.

He would arrive in a van

with 15 or 20 women.

He's amazing.

I don't know where his talent
comes from but it's good.

This documentary has to be based on
the personal side, not the footballing one.

I wasn't any kind of legend.
I was a legend to other people.

The players' legend, not the fans' one.

No club has a statue of me.
There's nothing.

Rio de Janeiro
is as seductive at night

as it is by day.

All of Brazil wants to party here.

And, with his reputation as
a superstar footballer,

Kaiser was at the centre of every party.

To his teammates, he was
the king of Rio nightlife.

What he lacked in talent on the pitch,

he more than made up
for on the dance floor.

He'd know where
the coolest places were.

The king of the party.

He was always around footballers
and among beautiful women.

I always saw Kaiser with beautiful women.

And famous women too.

Kaiser would bring you
along to a nightclub

where there were women in a VIP area

free drinks, free food.

It was like he was an actor.

He would pretend to be someone special.

So, people would inexplicably give
him special treatment.

He would rock up
with his footballer swagger

then he'd go up to them and say:
"Hey, I'm a footballer..."

And the girls would be like:
"Wow! A footballer?"

He would go up to women and say

"I'm a footballer. I want to dedicate
my next goal to you on TV."

He invited me to go out with him.

That's where the trouble started.

I remember one time we went to a
nightclub called Nuth over in Barra.

Kaiser invited me and two girls
to a nightclub opening.

"Ok. Let's go."

"You won't have to worry about anything as
it's all on my tab and I know everybody there."

Then he opened a door about this
height to crawl through.

Under the door and under all
these pots and pans.

He got me in through the kitchen.

I come in and there's a
fryer in front of me.

We came out onto the roof and down
a ladder then we were in the club.

Then once we finally got in I realised
that he'd just snuck us in like a rat.

I said to him "Fucking
hell Kaiser, I work"

"I can just go to the front and pay the
entrance fee. I don't need this shit!"

I got in trouble at home with my wife

because a lot of people would say to her...

"Renato was in this place, Renato was
drinking there, Renato was with a woman."

And it wasn't me. I was at training camp.

It was Kaiser.

We arrived at a nightclub.

He was walking in and was
stopped by the bouncer.

Kaiser said: "Don't you know who I am?"

"I'm Renato Gaucho."
"Oh Renato! Come on in."

Then the nightclub
owner said "Hey Renato..."

Come sit down here. You and
Mauricio sit here. They're players."

Then the real Renato comes along
and the bouncer stops him.

I say "The owner invited me along.
I'm with a couple of friends."

And the guy says: "But who are you?"

I said: "I'm Renato Gaucho."

The bouncer looks at me and says…

"Do I look like an idiot?"

Renato says: "Are you crazy, mate?"

And everybody else saying:
"It's Renato, mate."

And the bouncer says "No way,
Renato's already inside!"

"Oh, really? Renato Gaucho
is already inside?"

I said: "Could you do me one favour?"

Which one is Renato Gaucho in there?"

I come in and Carlos Kaiser is
there at the table

surrounded by beautiful women
with drinks on the table.

Then they found out it was Carlos Kaiser.
Kaiser went and hid in the bathroom.

What can I do with a guy like that?

Off the pitch,
Kaiser was living the life

of a star, and his fellow
footballers loved him.

But Castor de Andrade's patience
was starting to wear thin.

Castor was so
pissed off with him.

One day Castor de Andrade and his
people came and said...

"Kaiser! If you don't train today
right now, we're going to shoot you."

He pressured me.

Doctor Castor liked the way I was.
He wanted to see my character on the pitch.

You could never fool him.
Men like that don't get fooled.

Nobody scams Castor de Andrade.

Bangu weren't getting good
results so at some point they said...

"We have to make Kaiser play."

I was partying at a nightclub
here in Rio called Caligula.

The Bangu coach Moises calls me.

So, the guy finds me at 4am in the morning.

And he tells me that Doctor Castor wants
me on the bench the next day.

I said "Come on man. You call me at 4am
to play in the game?"

He said "No. You just have to be on
the bench. You're not going to play."

So, I'm arriving back at the hotel and
the other players are just waking up.

I was a ball boy. I was on the pitch.

It seemed like a storm was gathering.

Everybody was excited saying
"Kaiser is going to make his debut."

How can a footballer be thinking...

"Oh hell, I'm going on the pitch.
What am I going to do?"

So, they put him on the bench.

The game is in full flow then Castor sends
a message down saying "Put Kaiser on."

"Send Kaiser on. Put the big guy
up front so he scores."

And he's terrified of coming on.

They tell him to warm up and he thinks

"I'm screwed. I'm screwed."

"If the Doctor finds me out, I'm dead."

I started to warm up and
supporters were shouting...

"Long haired faggot!"
I thought "Now's my chance."

So, I jumped the fence.

And he fights this fan.

And I was sent off before
coming on the pitch.

Castor comes down to the dressing
room ready to kill him.

"Kaiser, for God's sake, the boss is
going to kill you today."

"What have you done? You're crazy."

I was sitting down and thinking
about what I could say.

Then Doctor Castor
comes in with his heavies.

When he came up to me, I said...

"Doctor..."

"Before you speak, I want
to say something."

"I can't tolerate fans saying
bad things about you..."

"You are incredible."

"You're my father."

"God took away my real father..."

"Then he gave me you."

"The fans out there were calling
you a crook and a bum..."

"That you're a criminal, you're a villain."

"They were slandering you saying
you were a drug baron..."

"Doctor..."

"My contract is up in a fortnight."

"You'll be rid of me in a fortnight."

"No!"

"Kaiser..."

"You are my friend."

"Three more months on your contract."

"You're my friend. Three more
months on your contract!"

"Put another six months on Kaiser's
contract and double his pay."

And the whole team was like "Fucking hell.
How did you manage that?"

He stayed for another three months
suckling Castor's tit.

So, by impersonating superstars

and sweet-talking gangster
bosses, Kaiser proclaimed

to be a footballer himself.

Now it was time to do some
serious self-promotion,

appear in sporting and gossip columns,

and start to dominate, not just Bangu,

but the entire city of Rio.

There were friendships that Kaiser
forged with certain journalists.

Who he'd schmooze.

He'd sell his story and
the journalists believed it.

There are loads of interviews with
him with many journalists.

He's done loads of TV shows.

It's truly unbelievable.

Actually, this is how it goes.

I was sold to Ajaccio in Corsica.

In French it's "Ajaccienne."

Jairzinho, I was your lucky charm.

I saw you come to Botafogo.

What's up gang.

It's not just any show today.

It's a special show.

You know why?

Why? Because Renato's here.

You're so hot right now.

The important thing is to be happy.

He sold the story of his life
being a footballer.

He inhabited the character,

and he talked the talk.

As Kaiser's fame spread,

he was able to get into any
football club he wanted.

Trying to work out which
club he was at any one time

was impossible.

He was everywhere.

A few weeks here, a few months there.

Dates for me are something
I want to forget.

I didn't care about changing
clubs all the time.

When a manager told me I wasn't
going to play, I was overjoyed.

In order to maintain
the life of a footballer,

all Kaiser had to do was
make sure he never set foot

on a pitch, or go near a football.

A famous midfielder for Fluminense…

Knocked some guy out in a nightclub
and I took the blame.

I saved the players' asses.

He came to Palmeiras.

He approached the guy who was marking
him from the youth team,

and asked: "How much do you earn?"

The guy told him, so he said "I'll give you
double that if you injure me."

Training started and the guy slide
tackled him and injured him.

Then, when his contract was
ending, they extended it.

I arrived at Puebla on a three-year contract
but I was sent on loan to America FC.

And the club president came to me
and said: "Fuck man you never play!"

"I have the note here and they've finally
found what my problem is."

"It's a dental issue." Pure lies.

Many people will
wonder why football clubs

would fall for this.

The first rule for any
good businessperson

is to check your employees' references.

However, in some respects,
Kaiser's references

were very good.

Okay, he couldn't deliver on the pitch,

but he certainly delivered off it.

And his particular skills
were just what was needed

at Botafogo.

Castor de Andrade's shady work history,

and controlling interest in Bangu

wasn't a unique combination
in 1980s Brazil.

There were other bicheiros
involved in Rio football.

Emil Pinheiro was just
like Castor de Andrade.

An absurdly wealthy man.

Top players probably earn more
than the President of Brazil.

Emil was more of a small time
bicheiro, and Castor was big league.

He wasn't volatile or
short tempered like Castor.

Doctor Emil was really funny. He
was tiny. He was really short.

And he wore a little wig

that would occasionally
fall out of place.

They needed to launder money
they'd earned illegally.

And part of that money went into football.

Legend has it that Pinheiro paid
off linesmen and referees.

Emil had wanted to be part

of football for years.

And his old friend, Castor, helped him

get the right introductions to Botafogo.

The club hadn't won a thing since the '70s,

but Emil's briefcases of
cash and a favour from Castor

changed all that.

Despite being the bigger
bichiero, Castor owed Emil

a lot of money and rather
than start an unnecessary

turf war, he just let
a lot of Bangu players

join Emil's revolution in Botafogo.

The result, a 1989 state championship.

God had a purpose for
me with that goal.

I brought joy to millions of Botafogo fans.

This title is for my aunt,

and for my mum watching at home.

Emil Pinheiro was crucial to that victory.

I can now die peacefully.

Having been patron of the club

for only a year, winning the
title meant instant success,

for Emil.

To an outsider, it was almost
as if he had a secret weapon.

Can I say what actually happened,
or will it be censored?

Is this film for over-18s?

Can I explain exactly what happened?

Very well

Emil Pinheiro wasn't around
for the Viagra boom.

Being the age he was

impotence was a reality. Sexual impotence.

So, at the time there was

a prosthetic surgical procedure.

It was the hot topic.

Doctor Emil's bionic penis.

I took him to get
that prosthetic implant,

and it made him really happy.

I'm sure he died happy.

And I teased him saying "Doctor Emil
you must be over the moon..."

"Because I heard you have a new penis."

And Emil would wear these
kind of baggy trousers,

so, his thing was king of swaying.

It looked like a piece of wood.

We started to joke with him saying
that he had a permanent erection.

He would go away and I would say
"Guys, I think Emil's penis is bent..."

"Because he always returns from the
bathroom cleaning his glasses."

Emil made a point of showing it off.

Botafogo had gone ten games without a win.

Emil sat down at the table
with the cameras watching.

Since I was the most experienced,
I came forward and said...

"President..."

"Botafogo haven't won in ten games."

"What do you have to say about a
crisis at Botafogo?"

Emil drummed his fingers on the table,

and in that hoarse voice of his said.

"Sergio Americo"

"I've looked in the drawer."

"I've looked in the cupboards."

"I've looked on the floor..."

"And I couldn't find the Botafogo
crisis that you're talking about."

Then he grabbed his prosthetic
penis and looked at me.

"Sergio Americo..."

"The crisis is here!"

I can't take it. I swear to God.

I actually think I saw his
dick accidentally

because he would wear these tight chinos,

and he was always
sat with his dick like this.

I would say: "Guys, that dick is wrong!"

It's no good having a new penis

if you haven't got anyone to use it with.

It is here that Kaiser's
unique skills as a professional

footballer can be fully appreciated.

Emil Pinheiro had a prosthetic penis.

I was always introducing him to women
and I would say to him.

"What do you have that makes all these
women want to sleep with you?"

And so he warmed to me.

So long as I stayed
tight with the President.

I could stay at the club until he
wanted me to leave.

If you get a guy like that who
knows how to talk...

He would pull his pants down for him.
He was that good.

He would roll out a red carpet for him.

As far as the fans were concerned
he was a Botafogo player.

He always hung out with the players

was close with the directors.

And Kaiser stayed for
five years in Botafogo.

88, '89, '90, '91, '92... Five years.

He was the class pimp.

If Pele scored 1000 goals...

Renato and I scored 2000 with women.

I can't name any players because
they're married.

But it was a non-stop slut bonanza.

If you're in Rio de Janeiro, you can't
trust the players at all

because our culture
is completely different.

Here it's about samba, partying,
women and football.

Give them an inch and they'll
take a mile, that's how it is.

He travel led with us and he would
always arrive at the hotels

in Sao Paulo and Belo Horizonte.

And I only later found out why Kaiser
travel led with the team.

My currency was what most people
had difficulty getting hold of.

I found out what you needed and
would exploit that need.

Your weak point. What you like.

He had the whole
Botafogo tracksuit,

so when he got to the hotel, he would
say: "I play for Botafogo."

He would take 5 or 6 women,

and put them up in the same hotel
as the Botafogo team.

So, he puts them all on the 5th
floor and we're on the 6th.

You can't keep guard at midnight.
You wouldn't sleep.

When the director said...

"You have to be in bed by 10pm",
we'd say "Great."

Nobody complained at all.
Nobody moaned.

He just went down one floor,

and the players would have their orgy.

I found out about this many years later.

If I'd known, I would have kicked
them out of the hotel.

He acted as a pimp.

He earned money bringing
women to the players.

Whatever women the guys wanted

I would bring to them no problem.

Whether it was for directors or players...

If you have money or women

you're the man.

Emil knew about the whole situation,

and he couldn't say anything because
if it got out to the press

it would become a global scandal.

Because we knew that he arranged
women for Emil.

He's up with God now because
he died a long time ago,

but everybody knew that he supplied him.

My loan with Emil ended up
getting renewed.

All the time.

It would end and he would renew it.
It would end and he'd renew it.

You've spoken to serious guys

Alexandre Torres, Be be to

all the rest played for Kaiser FC.

I think KFC in the USA was named after me.

Director, scout

whoremonger

he was everything imaginable.

But he didn't play.

I've slept with older women for money.

When I was 20 and they were 45, 50, 60

I've slept with a 70
year old. With no Viagra.

Smashing a pretty girl is easy.

Try sleeping with a
granny and getting her off.

You've got to have talent.

Sex is my hobby.

My dream as a little boy wasn't
to go to Disneyland.

It was to go to Amsterdam,
the land of smut.

What would I do?

Go on the ghost train? Meet Mickey?

That doesn't turn me on.

I'd rather meet Mickey's wife.

Minnie.

If she's hot, I'll give her a squirt.

My hobby is sex.

I have a disease like they
say Michael Douglas has.

I'm super nice to people I date,

but after three months... Big hug.
See you later.

They're doing a documentary on me.

Interesting.

These English guys came over to make
a documentary about me

as a trainer and an ex-footballer.

I'm not a teacher.
I'm a personal trainer.

So, I'll get you looking
like a Carnival Queen.

I'm really keen.

It's charisma.

Women like attention from men.

A lot of my students have ugly
faces but great bodies,

but you're really pretty.

He gave them that.
He was a sweet talker.

He's an upbeat and extrovert guy.

What woman doesn't like that?

And if you've got ten friends,
you can bring them too.

He is like an illusionist.

If you let him talk, he would very quickly
make you believe his story.

Going to Bulgaria, a woman
costs as much as a coffee.

He has enough stories to fill
a book. A thick book.

Oh parties

you know with the Italian Prime Minister

lots of orgies.

Kaiser has a lot of stories.

I think those stories create the legend.

"I went to the Oscars after-party
at Robert De Niro's house."

He went out with Ivete Sangalo,
they had dinner.

His stories got players dreaming.

I think that's why
people liked him so much.

When I arrived at Ajaccio...

He would always talk about Ajaccio.

It was my first week in Corsica...

They gave me a girl as a present.

When I got to El Paso...

They gave me a beautiful blonde
prostitute as a present.

"I had played such a good game..."

"The chairman sent for me and said..."

"Here's my Ferrari..."

"And my secretary."

"Beautiful, beautiful..."

"A beautiful blonde."

And the younger players
who didn't know him

all ears waiting for what
he was going to say.

"What's it like driving a Ferrari?"

"I'll tell you later."

If I'm not mistaken

she acted in a famous French soap.

With Kaiser, I don't know when
he's telling the truth.

I couldn't communicate with her.

If you tell the same lie four times…

It becomes the truth.

"So, I drove up to the mountains..."

We went from motel to motel...

He was engrossed in
his own stories

that you'd feel bad calling him out...

"No Kaiser, you're lying mate."

"You're lying."

We managed to get in somewhere,

and I paid upfront.

"She was loving it."

"And I was wanting to seal the deal..."

"She signal led that
she couldn't fuck me..."

"Because she was on her period."

"On the rag."

I remember exactly how he said it...

"On the rag."

"We can't play today because the
pitch is waterlogged."

And the lads were like
"Oh what an anti-climax."

"So, I mimed to her..."

"So, I tell her that as I'm such
a good sportsman..."

"That as I'm such a good sportsman..."

"When the pitch is wet, I can shoot
from behind the goal."

"When the pitch is wet, I can shoot
from behind the goal."

The lads couldn't contain themselves.

Everyone cheering like it was a goal.

How are you going to translate that?

That definitely didn't happen.

A good story is a powerful tool,

especially if it's told convincingly

to a young starstruck fan

who wants to become the girlfriend

of the famous Carlos Kaiser.

He isn't Kaiser to me

he is Carlos Henrique to me.

I think I'm the only person
who calls him 'Carlos'.

Back then he was a Vasco player.

It's incredible. I never saw Carlos
train, I never saw Carlos play

unless it was on video.

And I think it was Vasco vs Botafogo.

He came on from the bench, dribbled,

and scored an amazing goal.

Goal for Vasco.

Take another look at
that great skill by Henrique!

Perfect run

followed by a clinical
finish. 1-0 to Vasco.

He always said that
he was a centre-half.

He would say that he scored a
winning goal for Vasco.

They had a centre-half called Henrique,

and since he is called Carlos
Henrique it might have been him.

There was another Henrique
who played for Vasco and looked like him.

He had the same physique as him.

He gave me a VHS tape and I
think I still have that tape.

I can show it to you,
but it's priceless

because not even he has it anymore.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but are you sure it was actually
him scoring the goal?

Yes.

I'm sure.

How do you mean? I didn't get the question.

He had a DVD of his highlights.

I don't know how.

He never showed me, but he told me
that there are goals of his on it.

I don't understand.

I don't know if he put his head
on somebody else's body.

Pretending to be a Vasco player

is relatively easy.

Actually becoming one is
another thing entirely.

Especially at a time
when Vasco's players

made up a large part of the national side.

He was at Vasco with me too.

Same kind of faking.

I already knew Kaiser
from the Flamengo days.

But I didn't say anything. When
he came there I didn't say anything.

He turned up at Vasco with another player
who he was friends with.

We began a friendship with him,

and we started to encourage him
to work and train at Vasco

something which never happened
because he was always injured.

After six
months of Kaiser's injuries,

Vasco had exhausted all
the traditional methods

of treatment.

The only thing left now,
was divine intervention.

The black magic priest Pai Santana

performed rituals on me so
my bruises would heal.

Because we wanted
to get him on the pitch

we would ask Pai Santana
to call upon the Gods

to get Kaiser to train.

Pai Santana had all his spells.

And he went to work on him there.

I already knew he was faking it.

I went up to him and said:
"Take your money, mate."

"There's nothing wrong with me. Take your
money and don't bother doing your thing"

"I intend to stay injured
for the rest of my life."

That was such a funny day.

Pai Santana had failed.

Kaiser had even managed
to defeat the gods,

but he was now a Vasco
player and he wanted

to let everyone know.

Not on the pitch of
course, but on Brazil's

biggest football analysis program.

Mesa Redonda,

broadcast to millions every Sunday night.

This was prime time television.

Only the best would appear on this show.

I spent 14 years on that time-slot.

At the table during Mesa Redonda
there were a lot of guests.

The big players like Romario,
Edmundo, Renato.

They never refused to come on.

So, Carlos Kaiser is a footballer.

He had a stint at Vasco,

and he's still contracted to
a club in Corsica.

So, I don't remember that character.
Do you have a video?

I'd been at Ajaccio for two seasons
but I wanted to come back here.

That's when I came to Vasco.

I researched him. He said he
played for Flamengo.

How would I not have heard of him if
he'd played for Flamengo?

"So, we finally found a place, and she
turned to me and said..."

"She was in that period."

"It's so sad that period that
girls go through."

There's a term that football
commentators use which is

"a player the fans don't notice."

Kaiser was never noticed by the fans.

"When the pitch is wet, I can shoot
from behind the goal."

Nowadays if a proposal like
that came to us

we'd go on Google and investigate.

We're at the Clube dos Macacos in Horto

in the south zone of Rio de Janeiro.

And it's a very famous club where people
come to play football at the weekend.

Not that many people come here,

but it was somewhere Kaiser
used to come a lot.

When I went to France in 1986
I came back for the holidays.

My brother was living in my apartment
and was good friends with Kaiser,

and he started to get close to me,

and asked if I had a souvenir from
Ajaccio like a shirt or a card

something that he could
relate to football.

Then we became friends and
went to nightclubs.

And he started saying that he was
an Ajaccio player with me.

And it was right where he took those
photos as if he were training at Ajaccio.

You can see in those photos that
it's exactly this same pitch.

Some things have changed but it's mostly
the same with all the trees.

Anybody in the industry would
know that it was a fake.

First of all, he's wearing a match shirt.

A training shirt isn't for a match. You're
not going to train with a match shirt.

Obviously, a professional footballer
would look at the pictures,

and just see him in the photo.

It looks kind of weird
because at training

you usually have loads of players around.

All the little tricks and mannerisms
the professional players had

he was already using.

Let's imagine that he was
studying for a degree.

He would have nailed the theory
side of being a footballer.

Really funny. Him calling for the ball.

Pass the fucking ball!

From now on I would rather
tell the complete truth.

Kaiser never set foot in Ajaccio,
not in the city or the airport.

After the first few recordings we did

he called me the following day
and asked if you guys

had actually come and done
an interview with me.

I told him I had and
that I'd told the truth.

I have my own reputation to think about,
I worked and lived there for five years,

and I can't tarnish my name to
promote Carlos Kaiser's lie.

He got really pissed off
and didn't call me again.

He denies it now so if he
doesn't admit that fact.

I'm not going to be the one to

dispute that.

Everybody knows.

I was taken by a Brazilian called
Fabio Barros, Fabinho.

It was a Brazilian that recommended me.

Whom I don't even feel
like naming anymore.

He recommended me.

He oversaw the deal.

And I ended up going to Corsica.
To Ajaccio.

I let him live out
his fantasy here in Rio,

but to say that he was there is
too much. I can't.

But I think he still has
it stuck in his head.

He still believes it.

When it came to

getting the chance to appear alongside
the best players of the era.

He wanted that.

This is Kaiser speaking.
From Rio de Janeiro.

If he didn't want to talk about
Ajaccio he should just say so

"I don't want to talk about that."

And that would be that.

I think Corsica is one of the most
beautiful places on earth.

He would ask me what life
was like in Corsica…

What the diet was like.

What the climate was like, what
the club's situation was.

I respect and admire Corsica.
I think Corsicans

are amazing. An oppressed people.

He could eventually use
that information

in sporting interviews
that he might give.

I was sold to Ajaccio in Corsica.

In French it's: 'Ajaccienne'

I have nothing to say about
Corsica and Ajaccio.

It's a historical city.

An innately tough people.

A people that were born
fighting for their values.

Ajaccio has nothing.
Ajaccio is a dead island.

Speaking about Corsica is difficult.

"How do they speak there?"

Comment ca-va?

Tu va bien?

Comment ca-va?

Tu va bien?

"Je t'aime. I love you."

Which was the phrase he'd use
with the ladies. "Je t'aime."

Speaking about Corsica is

a double edged sword.

The moment he asked for the card
I knew what it was for

he'd already told me...

"That card is one of the most important
documents I have in my wallet."

He knew that was like a status symbol.

It was like having a footballing contract.

He knew that in Corsica and in
the south of France…

There was an Italian influence
from the Corsican Mafia.

I can't talk about the Corsicans

because they'll send somebody
to assassinate me.

So, he made up that Mancini was
part of the Corsican mafia.

That's all made up.
That's not true.

That's a story created in his head.

It's a team that always fought.

A team that even in defeat

the players would give
everything to win.

I think Corsica

is another world.

Understood?

I can guarantee you that he
benefited a lot more than I did

from having played in Corsica.

I didn't get onto the programmes
he did in Rio,

or go to the places where he went.

And then he gave one of the most
famous commentators in Brazil

the Ajaccio shirt which I'd given
to him as a present.

You could even say he was the Fabinho
here in Brazil that I never was.

It's difficult.

You can't understand humans.

I took part in this documentary
to tell the truth.

This is a documentary about the truth.

If you want to talk about a genuine person
I'll talk about Alexandre Couto.

"Alex, that guy never plays. I already
knew that was going to happen..."

Everything Alexandre says is true.

He speaks the truth.

He's not two-faced.

It was like a wing of protection
around Kaiser.

It's authentic. Alexandre is genuine.
He's not two-faced.

Was Kaiser ever at Ajaccio?

Never.

He never played for Ajaccio.

I did have a conversation with
Alexandre after the first interview he did.

When he said that you guys
wanted to speak with me.

And I said "Alexandre, there's only one
way I'm doing that interview."

"Me telling the truth as far as I know it."

"I'm not going to be saying things that
really didn't happen there."

Every player knows that story is a lie.

Especially because they know
my story and Fabinho's story.

So, they all know he was
never at Ajaccio.

I love Kaiser to bits.

That's the truth. He became a great
friend for many years.

And we've always gone out of our
way to indulge his fantasy.

He lives off that because his daily
bread are these football stories.

He lives off that.

So, we sometimes play along
with his fantasy...

Kaiser is a football fan. He wanted to be
a footballer his whole life.

And there comes a time when
people have to tell the truth.

What's true and what isn't.

What he did and didn't do.

Kaiser. Are you a proud man?

No.

If I was proud.

I wouldn't be showing the
world my reality

which is very different

from when I was in football.

I'm very damaged.
I'm a very damaged person.

That's maybe why I've lived other
people's lives so much.

Of the players.

It was so I didn't have to stop
and think about my life.

Because if I stopped to
think about my life.

I think I would have done something stupid.

When I was ten my dream
was to play football.

But I wanted to be a footballer to
make money for myself

to get out of the dump that I lived in.

There was so much adversity and
so much back-stabbing.

You either become a scammer or a sucker.

My adoptive mum was an alcoholic.

She died of cirrhosis and
she weighed 200 kilos.

And then I was left with
two elderly aunts

very old who were

who were cleaning ladies.

So then I had to take football a bit
more seriously to bring money home,

so those two women wouldn't suffer.

Then all of a sudden a
girl tells me she's pregnant,

and my son was born
even without living with me.

I didn't give my son any love.

I don't think I deserve to
be anybody's father.

I don't deserve to be
anybody's son or father.

I tried to be a normal guy.
I tried to get married.

I tried to have a family life.

Something I didn't have
when I was young.

And then my son dies.

Then I get married and my wife dies.

I get married to another
woman and she dies.

I wake up one day with no sight in one eye.

Fuck.

In Buddhism they would say

that I lost my vision in order to
see the world a different way.

People have an image that's completely

different from the reality.

Carlos Henrique is a man.
Carlos Kaiser is a character.

Carlos Kaiser only exists because
Renato Gaucho exists.

My mum didn't do a third of
what that guy did for me.

And he doesn't do anything
anymore because.

I hide myself away.

Like I was hiding from the producers
of this documentary.

Whenever I can I help Kaiser out

he knows that and there's
no ulterior motive.

There are things that I would avoid
talking about with him,

for example his son, because I didn't
want to dwell on the subject.

Him having that photo at home
doesn't surprise me at all

being the kind of person he is.

It's a recognition of the family
that he didn't have.

That flatters me. That makes me
happy and very moved.

It's actually difficult to explain it,
to talk about.

Because not everybody says: "You're
more important than my family."

I live one day at time.

Today you've managed to strip me down.

Yesterday I was really
pissed off because

somebody I thought was a friend
denied something.

Fine. Everybody has their own
fears. I have mine too.

I can't be criticised,

or the friendships I had.

Something good had to come my way.

I could have exploited the opportunities.
I didn't harm anybody.

There's not one person. You've interviewed
between 20 to 30 people

not one has said that I'm a bad guy,
that I'm a drug addict,

or that I went into their house and stole.

I never took anything away from anybody.

Life stole from me.

I started by losing my mother.

Now people think I took this and that.

To take such a beating.

I didn't take anything from anybody.

I rode my luck. I didn't take anything.

That's all I took.
I took my luck.

Nothing from anybody.

They took something important
away from me.

They took my mother away.

They took away the woman I married.
They took my son away.

I don't make anybody answer for that.

I don't make God answer for it. I don't
ask my friends to answer for it.

Fuck!

Why do I have to suffer so much?

That Carlos Kaiser who went
out to the best places

that guy was built on strong legs.

Because Carlos Henrique

jumped over a lot of hurdles.

Lots.

I want success for those people
who believed

in my story.

And that my story serves as a positive
example, not a negative one.

For the world.

But if you intend to talk

tell the truth from beginning to end.

I intended that, so I'm
here ready to be judged.

Which is difficult.

It's almost 13 years
since this story ended.

And it's only come out now.

Never. Not one reporter,
player or director.

It goes to show how much
these guys respect me

that nobody ever put me away.

Now these stories have come to light.

I swear on my eyes

easily 1000 women.

You know today is the hardest
day to do this.

Today was the toughest
day of the documentary.

It was the day of talking
about my suffering.

But that's ok.

If the world has to look into my eyes...

Here it is.

It was like a fairy-tale.

You take a character and let him
live in the football world.

And what I think is great, is that people
didn't crush the guy's dream.

A fantastic character who
there are no words to describe.

He's part of my whole life story.

And he has a black brother here.

Just a moment please.

I didn't know he was having problems.

Carlos Kaiser is unique.

He's unique.

He always has been and
always will be unique.

Nobody will come close to him.

He was the greatest footballer
never to have played football.

In history, without a doubt.

Unbeatable.