João Goulart (Jango): The Number 10 Impeded in Brazilian Democracy

João Goulart surrounded by journalists. The star player, who didn't have a chance to make the necessary changes, was sent off in the opening moments.

I always say Brazil has a special talent for scoring own goals. Sometimes I even suspect Lady Soledá has been refereeing our matches since 1500. And if there’s a character who embodies this crooked destiny, it’s João Goulart — Jango. A man who could have been the great playmaker of Brazilian democracy, but ended up expelled from the pitch before he could even touch the ball the way he intended.

Jango was born in São Borja in 1919, raised among cattle, fences, and that deceptive gaucho calm: behind the chimarrão there was a natural-born politician. Getúlio Vargas, always alert to the transfer market of political talents, saw in him a future number 10. He brought him into the PTB - Brazilian Labour Party and, in 1953, placed him in the Ministry of Labor.

There, Jango showed he wasn’t afraid to attack: he proposed doubling the minimum wage. It was like pulling off a perfect dribble over Brazil’s elite defenders the stadium erupted. He was pushed out of the job, but left the field cheered by the working-class stands.

Then, in 1956, he was elected vice president alongside Juscelino Kubitschek, keeping the unions under his command. A refined midfield playmaker, admired by grassroots players and hated by the right-wing club owners. Nothing unusual for Brazil, this habit of loving and hating the star player at the same time.

But the match truly changed in 1961. Jânio Quadros, that brilliant and unhinged coach, abandoned the team at halftime, leaving Brazil in full “what the hell is happening?” mode. Jango, on an international mission, was supposed to take over, basic rulebook stuff.

The All-or-Nothing Play: the Basic Reforms

João Goulart’s presidency was no end-of-year friendly. It was a World Cup final played on the minefield of the Cold War. The labor movement star took over in 1961 with the scoreboard already against him, after Jânio Quadros’ shocking resignation.

But the generals and the UDN (National Democratic Union)shouted offside. To allow him in, they invented parliamentarism, a tactical formation that stripped him of the number 10 jersey and placed the locker room in the hands of a prime minister. Jango took office, but shackled, the political equivalent of stepping onto the field without cleats.

Brazil, however, doesn’t accept injustice easily. The 1963 plebiscite restored presidential powers to him with a landslide score. The crowd shouted: “Jango, now it’s yours!” And so he entered the second half determined to turn the match around: the Basic Reforms, land reform, profit-remittance controls, banking reform, long passes, bold, offensive.

The problem is that touching the raw nerve of Brazil’s elite always earns you a tackle from behind. The conservative press painted Jango as a Soviet left-winger, the military growled on the sidelines, and the stadium’s old owners began to conspire with the calm of those who know the referee will blow the whistle in their favor sooner or later.

The Military Dictatorship Lifted the Trophy

In March 1964, Jango realized he would no longer win in Congress, where the marking was tight, violent, and relentless. So he tried another move: the rally at Central do Brasil. A Maracanã overflowing with hope. His last offensive shout.

But that’s when the opponents stormed the pitch. The March of the Family with God for Freedom, that organized fan group backed by Brazil’s most conservative sectors, filled the streets calling for “order.” The comeback goal was wide open; only the final strike was missing.

It came on March 31, 1964. Tanks on the streets, generals in command, the Constitution torn apart. A military coup. Jango could have summoned his supporters, but he chose to avoid a massacre. He left the field and went into exile in Uruguay.

He didn’t flee, he stepped back to avoid blood in the stands. In a country that loves confusing prudence with cowardice, this cost him dearly. In the following years, he tried to rebuild democracy through the Broad Front, but the military dictatorship marked him closely. Exile gradually wore down the star player.

In 1976, Lady Ultimate came for him in Argentina, under circumstances still debated at history’s roundtable: Operation Condor? A heart problem? Perhaps both, or perhaps his heart simply couldn’t bear being expelled from a match he was never allowed to fully play.

And that’s how Jango remains: the number 10 who was never allowed to step onto the field. The brilliant player who entered, dribbled, threatened to score, and was taken down before the shot. One of those Brazilian characters with talent for democracy, but who played in the wrong stadium, against rivals who never wanted a fair game, and with referees already bought.

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