The Ethiopian Prince... DIDI
To find out what made him feel this way is to understand his past. Didi grew up poor, playing ball with other poor kids on the brown and beaten earth of Campos outside of Rio. There are no rules for playing a pick-up game in a slum; if you’re not the one doing the kicking, you’re the one getting kicked, or elbowed, or knocked down off the ball. Didi, when he was 14, took a kick to right knee during one of these pick-up games in Campos. It happens. If you don’t come away from a pick-up game with a few bruises or cuts, then you were not playing.
But this cut became corrupted, and the infection in his knee became so bad that doctors were seriously contemplating amputating the leg that would help take Brazil to consecutive World Cup titles when the boy was only 14. He kept the leg, and spent six months bound to a wheelchair recovering from the injury. It is only a few short years from now that he’ll sign for Fluminense, one of the giants of Brazilian football. That is the kind of man Didi was, and why he hated the idea of physicality reigning supreme in the sport he loved; it was aggressive play that almost cost him his leg, his way out of Campos, his way out of poverty, and he would never forget that. For Didi, the triumph of brain over brawn was not just an ideological view of how the game should be played, it was the embodiment of what he personally had worked so hard to overcome.
An injury as severe as that never goes away. Not truly. The pain in his leg would be so severe when he tried to shoot from distance that he had to develop an entirely new way of shooting the ball while he was at Fluminense. He would use the laces of his boot and shoot the ball in such a way that it would swerve and dip away from the goalkeeper at the last second, leading to his style of free-kick to be known as
fohla seca, or ‘dry leaf’ for the way the ball fluttered in the air, bewitching goalkeepers (
Click on this to watch Didi’s free kick). You can see Cristiano Ronaldo and Gareth Bale trying the same thing today.
Didi wearing the number 9 at Fluminense.
Didi would spend seven years at Fluminense before joining fellow future Brazilian legends Garrincha and Nilton Santos at Botafogo in 1957. Didi felt more at home at Botafogo with the other black players, as he felt Fluminese’s middle-class fan-base and players created a racial divide within the team. In contrast, Botafogo had a wonderful team spirit that allowed them to beat Fluminese in the Campeonato carioca (Rio league championship) in Didi’s first season by a score of 6-2. The triumph set the stage for the 1958 World Cup in Sweden, where Brazil would take the tournament by storm, unveiling their revolutionary 4-2-4 of which Didi was the lynch-pin.
Didi hadn’t always been a midfielder. He was a wonderful dribbler with a keen eye for a pass which made him a natural fit as an inside forward in his early career, but it was clear his talents were more wide-ranging than that. He was a highly-intelligent player who understood how to break up the opponent’s attack by anticipating their attacking moves and then using his exceptionally wide range of passing, something not very common in those days, to spring counter-attacks. He would move back to be part of a two-man midfield with Zito, a robust tackler who complimented Didi perfectly.
Brazil went into the 1958 World Cup as one of the tournament favorites, and backed up the high expectations by disowning France in the semi-final by a score of 5-2 to set up a showdown with the host nation, Sweden.
It was the fourth minute when the back of Brazil’s net rippled from a Nils Liedholm shot to give Sweden a 1-0 lead. Amid the delirious celebrations in the crowd and the shocked state of his teammates, Didi slowly walked into goal, put the ball under his arm, and calmly walked it back to the center-circle, as if nothing was amiss. The left-winger, Mário Zagallo, ran over to Didi in desperation, shouting, “Come on Didi, we’re losing!” In a manner that no one else besides Didi could pull off, he looked at Zagallo and said, “Calm down. We are still a better team than they are. We will turn this game around soon enough.”
Brazil equalized only four minutes later. Then scored four more until Sweden scored a consolation goal in the 80th minute which Pelé would wipe out ten minutes later to give Brazil a 5-2 victory and their first World Cup title. Would the outcome have been the same if Didi wasn’t there to calm his teammates? He was their general, maestro, and father-figure all rolled into one. He directed them where to go and when, who to play the ball too, and how to remain calm in the face of adversity. As long as he had his composure, so too did Brazil. It is no surprise that Nelson Rodrigues, the renowned Brazilian playwright who so eloquently described Brazilian football from that time period, found a perfect muse in Didi. He compared his elegance on the pitch to an “Ethiopian Prince”, a nickname that would stick.
But a better way to describe his style of play was noted by Pelé, who said that for Didi, playing football was “as easy as peeling an orange.” It is not coincidence that I keep referring to Pelé’s admiration of Didi. How better to explain his greatness than through the praise of one of the game’s most transcendent figures?
When Pelé was being interviewed during the 1958 World Cup, still aged 17, he couldn’t hide his affection for the man who had helped bring along his development with the national team.
“I’m nothing compared to Didi,” he said. “I’ll never be anywhere near as good as he is. He’s my idol, the guy I look up to. The very first picture cards I bought were of him.”
It is not easy to look at and listen to the Pelé of today and imagine him ever admitting someone to being better than he is. But even the gods had to bow down to the titans, and that’s exactly what Didi was, and Pelé knew it. Once the final whistle blew on the World Cup in ‘58, it was Didi’s shoulder Pele cried on.
His affection was not shared by all, however. After “Mr. Football”, a nickname the European press gave him, was voted the best player of the tournament, Real Madrid, unsurprisingly, signed him from Botafogo. The problem was that Madrid already had a leadership figure in Alfredo Di Stefano, who was more like a despot. Everyone at Madrid, even the magnificent Ferenc Puskas, had to subjugate themselves to Di Stefano’s rule. Apparently viewing Didi as a threat to the dictatorship he had established, there is a story that when Didi was being presented to the media Di Stefano was forced to shake his hand and then whispered, “They say you’ve come to replace me. Well, you’re too old and not good enough,” Di Stefano froze Didi out of the team, practically refusing to even pass him the ball when he got the chance to play. Didi returned to Botafogo after one season, where he won back-to-back Campeonato carioca titles in the lead-up to the 1962 World Cup.
Didi was one of the senior members of the squad by then but that didn’t stop him from being an influential force in Brazil’s defense of their title. His only regret, he would later say, was that Di Stefano was injured for the Brazil vs. Spain group stage match, for he “utterly desired to show them the kind of player I was.”
Pele and Didi, after the 1962 World Cup final.
In this instance, we can see Didi for what he was, which was an utter contradiction. He carried himself with an aura of aristocracy and elegance, but what he was, was a fighter. He never backed down from a challenge, and never accepted failure. He may have been an Ethiopian Prince in appearance, but inside he was still the poor kid from Campos, and that is what drove him to be the best. After he nearly lost his leg as a teenager, Didi slept with a football under his bed every night, even as an adult. It’s as if he needed to be able to reach down and feel the leather just to know his love was never far away, and would never leave him like it almost did all those years ago in Campos. He talked of treating the ball with “as much affection as my wife,” and the ball undoubtedly felt the same affection for him.
DIDI - 1958 WORLD CUP FINAL PERFORMANCE
- Prefers drifting to the left but easily comfortable in central areas
- In contrast to Matthaus' ruggedness, he is more technically gifted and cerebral in approach, complementary styles
- very gifted in tight spaces, suits the uber-technical side I have from back to front
- in terms of the positions he takes up it is very Pogba-esque but more involved in the game
- Brilliant passer, short/long/through balls.. he has it all, his outside of the foot passes are to die for
- great at injecting tempo through the use of repeated one touch passing or going on a slaloming run, proper playmaker.