A striker who challenges the best in the world and sings that the rival fan is a fool. A footvolley duel at night, on the eve of a classic match on the sands of Ipanema. A star player who proclaims himself a god against the kings of Rio and says that his rival is a piece of shit. It all seems so distant, because it is. But those were just a few ordinary days in Rio de Janeiro football in 1995.
