
I met Pelé! Was having lunch at Ciprianni, London, with some friends, and at some point Pastore stood up, walked away and came back with and "old friend", nobody but the king. The King! The biggest King ever, sat down in our table! He was very kind, talked to everyone, signed autographs - and of course, a few minutes later the whole restaurant were around him. I told Pelé that Paulo Machado de Carvalho was my granduncle and he said they used to call each-other dad and son. Just imagine: "Go there and do your job well, my son", my grand used to say to the king before the matches. Well well, I had my day.
By the way, Pelé is in town for the celebrations of the 150th anniversary of Schefield FC, the oldest football club. And last week, the N. 10 shirt worn by him in Brazil's 4-1 defeat of Italy in the 1970 World Cup final, fetched $128.000 at a Christie's sale in town.
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Inveja branca de vc....(ou seria negra?). Adorei o blog. Bjs.
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