It’s a topic on bar tables. At the “botecos”. Restaurants. In living rooms. It’s small talk at bus stops. It’s big talk, period. Everyone knows about it. Everyone has a say in it. Everyone becomes a coach. Everyone knows the referee’s mother. Everyone knows how to dribble. Make a pass. Everybody knows when to get in the field. They know, quite well, that it doesn’t take that much to build a soccer field. That with two marks you have a goal. With one scream you have a cheering crowd. With one team, you have a national passion.
Between portraits and records, flying over the suburbs of São Paulo, Leonardo Finotti presents a most sincere collection of spaces worthy of stadiums. Sacred spaces that prove not only this is the country of soccer, but that the country is made for soccer.