Howls of anguish roll across your mighty land ever since Tuesday. Those sounds shout of your stature as a passionate football nation. Many times, we have seen Brazil’s distinction in victory. Football fans across the globe, though probably not Italy, cherish the image from the 1970 Azteca final of the ball being ushered from Tostao to Brito and on to Clodoaldo, Pele and Gerson before it again reaches the shimmying Clodoaldo – what skill! those poor Italians! – and then on to Rivelino and out wide to Jairzinho. On it goes, in to Pele and on to Carlos Alberto, who arrives from the right of our screen and joyously thumps your fourth into the Italian net.