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Pelé arrived as a 17-year-old. Sweden in their own backyard, hosting a World Cup with continental expectations. Brazil rolled them 5-2 in the final, Pelé scored twice — including a chip-and-volley over a defender that announced something new in the game. The teenager wept on the pitch. Five months later he was on the cover of Sports Illustrated. A career, a country, a sport all tilted on those two goals.

Hungary arrived unbeaten in four years, Brazil arrived furious and physical, and the quarter-final became something closer to a riot. Three red cards, constant fouls, players kicking each other off the ball, punches thrown after the final whistle. The fighting reportedly continued down the tunnel and into the dressing rooms. Hungary won 4-2, but the match lived on less for football than for chaos. The World Cup discovering that pressure and nationalism could turn matches combustible.