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Jorge de Amorim Campos (born 17 August 1964), aka Jorginho, is a retired Brazilian footballer who played mainly as a right defender, and the current coach of Kashima Antlers.
He played in his country for five different clubs, and also spent six years in Germany, namely with Bayern Munich; additionally, he was part of the Brazilian team that won the 1994 World Cup.
Born in Rio de Janeiro, Jorginho started playing professionally for local side América Football Club, moving after just one season to Clube de Regatas do Flamengo.
In 1989, he went overseas, joining German Bundesliga outfit Bayer 04 Leverkusen. With most teams in the country playing in a 5–3–2 or 3–5–2 formation, his tremendous offensive ability was put to good use, and he scored five goals for Bayer during his third and final season.
Staying in the country, Jorginho signed with league giants FC Bayern Munich in 1992–93, backed by a defensive line which included Olaf Thon, Thomas Helmer and later Lothar Matthäus. He won the national title in his second year but, after the loan return of Markus Babbel, a central defender which also operated on the right flank, was restricted to just ten league contests in 1994–95.
Static starlight is colouring me
In the amber-glow streetlight now sweeping
through the windows
in which we all lie
Silent and crushed
Beneath these concrete memories
Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke
my instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash
These are the echoes bleeding the past
Stretch my skin out to catch falling stars
as they tumble from orbit
they're singing
Bringing with them ethereal notes
they come to save me from this failing memory
Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke
my instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash
These are the echoes bleeding the past
Empty hallways
scattered remnants of lives
loved and lost
Brushing by the subtle dreaming
Waking now out of reach
Can't stop the burning of the nerves now set aflame
Turn the air to smoke
my instinct into shame
Smouldering in homes constructed out of ash