It was a cloudy December day thirty-seven years ago in Porto Alegre. The place to be was the Beira-Rio stadium. There, Internacional sought a win against Cruzeiro to claim their first league title. The deadlock was broken under strange, and, I dare say, divine conditions. There was a free-kick to Inter on the right touchline, and Valdomiro stood over the ball as he surveyed his options. The whistle blew and the striker lifted the ball into the box. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the sky’s    misty blanket. A rising Elias Figueroa was bathed in sunshine as his jump perfectly aligned his forehead with the ball’s trajectory. The goalkeeper could only watch as the net bulged to record what would be the only goal of the game. Internacional were champions of Brazil. The football gods had spoken.
Thus began the legend of “El Gol Iluminado”. 

It was a cloudy December day thirty-seven years ago in Porto Alegre. The place to be was the Beira-Rio stadium. There, Internacional sought a win against Cruzeiro to claim their first league title. The deadlock was broken under strange, and, I dare say, divine conditions. There was a free-kick to Inter on the right touchline, and Valdomiro stood over the ball as he surveyed his options. The whistle blew and the striker lifted the ball into the box. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the sky’s    misty blanket. A rising Elias Figueroa was bathed in sunshine as his jump perfectly aligned his forehead with the ball’s trajectory. The goalkeeper could only watch as the net bulged to record what would be the only goal of the game. Internacional were champions of Brazil. The football gods had spoken.

Thus began the legend of “El Gol Iluminado”.