Couldn't help but feel that with the death of Pele a part of my childhood has been irretrievably lost, something belonging to the world of legend rather than drab reality. The man embodied perfection, not just as a supremely gifted footballer but as a sportsman of complete dignity. And everyone knew that when I was a kid. It wasn't open to discussion, just a brute fact reflecting the way things were. So when Brazil triumphed in the 1970 World Cup there was a taken-for-grantedness about it which sort of added to the wonder of it all.
He never looked hurried, as if time were a problem for others to deal with.
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