Eduardo Costa: 2004

Edson was approached by a low-level club functionary with an offer: "Want to play in the Maracanã final? Just stand in midfield and don't speak to the press." For a poor kid whose only dream was to touch the hallowed grass, it was a devil's bargain. He said yes.

Chaos erupted. Fluminense’s bench went pale. Coach Abel Braga buried his face in his hands. The police were summoned onto the pitch. Under frantic questioning, the imposter crumbled. eduardo costa 2004

Their anchor in midfield was a robust, no-nonsense defensive midfielder named Eduardo Costa. He wasn't a star, but he was crucial—a grafter who broke up play and protected the back four. Or so everyone thought. Edson was approached by a low-level club functionary

"My name is Edson…" he sobbed. "The real one is suspended. They told me no one would find out." Chaos erupted