The day a secretary silenced the Maracana

Brazil, needing a draw to qualify for the 1990 World Cup, were leading Chile 1-0 with around 25 minutes to go and the home crowd were celebrating victory against a team who had been firmly cast as the villains of the piece.

I was at the stadium and, although I had already discovered that South American football could be wild, I could not have imagined what was about to unfurl.

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