Ronaldo’s redemption & the last samba of the old century
When the Yokohama night swallowed Oliver Kahn’s fumbled save and Ronaldo swept in Brazil’s second goal, an entire footballing civilisation exhaled. Luís Felipe Scolari’s Seleção, assembled like a pin-ball machine of improbabilities, had restored the poetic licence of Brazil football—and collected its fifth star, the first of the new millennium. The match, frozen forever on the delightful Brazil 2002 print, portrays a team that danced on the edge of disaster for a month and never slipped.
At kick-off that evening, the great Cafu tapped his captain’s armband and whispered to Gilberto Silva, “We have 90 minutes to become eternal.” Gilberto, who was selling soft drinks in Minas Gerais five years earlier, grinned: “Make it 94. I enjoy added time.” Moments later, Marcos, the goalkeeper-philosopher, reminded Lucio to “trust the ball—it prefers Brazilians.” A line only Marcos could deliver with a straight face.
History will remember Ronaldo’s eight goals, the spider-leg haircut that turned him into a carnival icon, and his confession to journalists: “I wanted my son in the stands to see me—so I looked like a cartoon.” Rivaldo, ever the diplomat, replied, “Meu amigo, you looked like a telephone ringtone.” Behind them, Ronaldinho wore the smile of a man who had already chipped David Seaman from the suburbs of Kobe.
But the final, contrary to folklore, belonged to the midfield trio that never stopped breathing: Kléberson, Gilberto Silva, and the eternal worker bee, Juninho Paulista (who warmed up all night but never entered). Kléberson remembers turning to Roberto Carlos after 20 minutes: “They press like Europeans.” Roberto quipped, “We defend like Copacabana cops—always on the beach.”
That wit camouflaged steel. When question marks circled Edmílson’s presence in the back three, he simply replied, “In the street I marked dogs, cars and goals made of flip-flops; Miroslav Klose will be fine.” He was. Klose touched the ball just 14 times.
All of it now sits, immaculately ordered, on the new soccer poster—eleven foosball figurines, each number a memory: 1for Marcos’ leap, 9 for Ronaldo’s grin, 11 for Ronaldinho’s physics-bending free kick against England. Hang it on your wall and let that team—Cafu charging, Rivaldo slaloming, Gilberto intercepting—wander through your lounge each evening. Football, after all, is best enjoyed in the present tense.
Frame a slice of Yokohama, brighten your room with evergreen samba: this football wall art captures the night Brazil wrote its most modern fairy-tale. Bring home the Brazil 2002 print—your living-room deserves its own carnival.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Ronaldo’s redemption & the last samba of the old century
When the Yokohama night swallowed Oliver Kahn’s fumbled save and Ronaldo swept in Brazil’s second goal, an entire footballing civilisation exhaled. Luís Felipe Scolari’s Seleção, assembled like a pin-ball machine of improbabilities, had restored the poetic licence of Brazil football—and collected its fifth star, the first of the new millennium. The match, frozen forever on the delightful Brazil 2002 print, portrays a team that danced on the edge of disaster for a month and never slipped.
At kick-off that evening, the great Cafu tapped his captain’s armband and whispered to Gilberto Silva, “We have 90 minutes to become eternal.” Gilberto, who was selling soft drinks in Minas Gerais five years earlier, grinned: “Make it 94. I enjoy added time.” Moments later, Marcos, the goalkeeper-philosopher, reminded Lucio to “trust the ball—it prefers Brazilians.” A line only Marcos could deliver with a straight face.
History will remember Ronaldo’s eight goals, the spider-leg haircut that turned him into a carnival icon, and his confession to journalists: “I wanted my son in the stands to see me—so I looked like a cartoon.” Rivaldo, ever the diplomat, replied, “Meu amigo, you looked like a telephone ringtone.” Behind them, Ronaldinho wore the smile of a man who had already chipped David Seaman from the suburbs of Kobe.
But the final, contrary to folklore, belonged to the midfield trio that never stopped breathing: Kléberson, Gilberto Silva, and the eternal worker bee, Juninho Paulista (who warmed up all night but never entered). Kléberson remembers turning to Roberto Carlos after 20 minutes: “They press like Europeans.” Roberto quipped, “We defend like Copacabana cops—always on the beach.”
That wit camouflaged steel. When question marks circled Edmílson’s presence in the back three, he simply replied, “In the street I marked dogs, cars and goals made of flip-flops; Miroslav Klose will be fine.” He was. Klose touched the ball just 14 times.
All of it now sits, immaculately ordered, on the new soccer poster—eleven foosball figurines, each number a memory: 1for Marcos’ leap, 9 for Ronaldo’s grin, 11 for Ronaldinho’s physics-bending free kick against England. Hang it on your wall and let that team—Cafu charging, Rivaldo slaloming, Gilberto intercepting—wander through your lounge each evening. Football, after all, is best enjoyed in the present tense.
Frame a slice of Yokohama, brighten your room with evergreen samba: this football wall art captures the night Brazil wrote its most modern fairy-tale. Bring home the Brazil 2002 print—your living-room deserves its own carnival.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
