Jaw dropping stuff! As Eduardo Galeano writes, “There never was a right winger like him. In the ’58 World Cup he was the best in his position, in ’62 the best player in the championship. But throughout his many years on the field, Garrincha was more: in his entire history of soccer no one made more people happy. ” Garrincha played for Botafago, which means “firelighter” and he was their botafago. Garrincha died, poor, lonely, and drunk. As Galeano puts it, ” As they say in Brazil, if s**t was worth anything, the poor would be born without asses. ”