Chapter 3 - chapter 3:Global Domination

1960s peaked like a perfectly arched volley. Santos, my chariot, toured globally—100+ goals a year. I was 20-something, peak form: bicycle kicks that defied gravity, learned flipping through childhood mud. Reincarnation perk? Endurance from imagined Premier League schedules.World Cup 1966: Brazil crashed early. I cried publicly—fuel for revenge. Club football compensated: Intercontinental Cup vs. Benfica, 5-2 thrashing. Eusébio hugged me post-match: "You're from another planet."Fame exploded. Offers flooded: Cosmos in New York, billions rumored. I stayed loyal to Santos, negotiating better pay for teammates. Philanthropy bloomed—schools, hospitals in Bauru. Visited India incognito; Taj Mahal whispered secrets of eternity.Rivals evolved. Uruguay's World Cup qualifiers turned brutal—studs on shins. I adapted, using feints from capoeira and old life's street smarts. 1970 Mexico was redemption: Brazil's masterpiece team—Jairzinho, Tostão, Rivelino. I orchestrated.Group stage: volleyed stunner vs. Czechoslovakia. Quarters vs. Uruguay? Tense battle. Semis vs. Italy: that save, my goal—pure poetry. Final vs. Italy, 4-1: my header sealed it. Third star on Brazil's shirt. Azteca erupted; I pointed skyward, thanking my double life.Post-1970, exhaustion crept. Body ached like Dad's. I innovated recovery: ice baths, physios—ahead of era. Business ventures: Pelé brand boots, endorsed ethically.Politics intensified. Dictatorship used my image; I subtly resisted, meeting dissidents. Globally, I bridged divides—matches in Africa promoted unity.Personal life stirred. Married Rosemery; kids arrived. Fatherhood grounded me—taught them humility, blending Brazilian joy with Indian values. "Win with grace, lose with fire."Records mounted: 1,281 goals (friendlies included). Critics nitpicked; I ignored, focusing legacy.Tours to Asia, Europe: kings hosted me. In London, beat Man United 2-1; Best clapped. Felt invincible.Yet, whispers of retirement. Cosmos called again. I pondered—had I peaked the original path? No, I'd extend it. Chapter ended with a Maracanã sellout: 100th hat-trick. Roars deafened; I was eternal.