Word: clubs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Bobby & the Blaze. The Bruins are the same team of creaking veterans and callow kids whom experts condemned to the East Division cellar before the season started. What they've got now is ebullience. "The spirit of this club is unbelievable," says Center Phil Esposito, 25, a castoff from the Black Hawks who got his revenge by scoring three goals against his former teammates last week. "We've really caught fire," says Left Wing Johnny Bucyk, 32, a twelve-year veteran who is well on his way to his finest season -with 19 goals and 18 assists...
...soccer fans that Edson Arantes do Nascimento, alias Pelé, alias the King, was indeed dead-or at least he had lost his crown. The exciting, agile, acrobatic youth who almost single-handed won Brazil the World Cup in 1958 and led his Santos team to two world professional-club championships was now 27, married, rich, overweight -naturally-and the goat of Brazil's loss to Hungary in the 1966 World Cup playoffs. The spotlight moved from Pelé to the pretenders: England's Bobby Charlton, Portugal's Eusebio...
...goal with a leaping, twisting head pass, the other with a deft little sideways kick, Santos beat archrival Sao Paulo 2-1-thereby winning the Sao Paulo Cup for the eighth time in ten years and stamping itself once again as probably the best pro club in the world. "This is what I wanted!" shouted the King-his crown safe again...
...rapturous about them. It is, in fact, quite often acidly funny about them, which is calculated to turn hippies off but to turn other sorts of readers on. Unlike hippies, Cheetah people know their way around. Chairman of the Board Matty Simmons is a graduate of the Diners' Club, which he helped found; he put out its house publication, Signature, as well. Editor Lawrence Dietz, who has only three years left to scorn people over 30, freelanced for Sunday-newspaper magazines. Managing Editor Joel Boxer is only 23, but has had three months' training on the Wall Street...
...Bomb at the Club. Macmillan's tone is just right-involved yet detached, never querulous but capable of showing marked distaste, even derision, for some of the bad actors in the great drama of this century. He is never grandiloquent, and for this reason the reader is likely to trust him more than Winston Churchill, whose rhetorical afflatus invites suspicion that the great man perhaps tended to force history into his own dramatic cast of mind. It was, however, as Churchill's man, his emissary (his "dogsbody" as the English say, or his gillie, as a Scottish laird...