Playing alongside the star footballers were top-draw movie stars Sylvester Stallone, Michael Caine, and the Swede Max von Sydow as the German POW camp Kommandant (fresh off his role as Emperor Ming the Merciless in the campy Flash Gordon). The actors did what they did best. In match close-ups, Michael Caine was shot from the waist-up running the midfield. And there was Stallone in the net, making the crucial saves. Through that convoluted plot, the Allied team needed Stallone’s character along for the escape, so they concocted a way to put the Yank in goal, a scheme which involved breaking the arm of the poor starting British keeper to make it look like an accident. The movie also needed the American for box office, of course. Stallone didn’t move like a keeper, but that was the point. He was Stallone. The movie's IMDB page has good trivia and goofs, if you’re that dorky.
In Hollywood-speak, it's basically The Great Escape meets The Longest Yard. The story was unbelievable, and the feel was kind of stereotypically heroic, almost a throwback to 1940s tales. I’m pretty sure it flopped in the states. It certainly did not with me—even if I pretended it did, and surely did not with those rare (back then) American soccer diehards who didn’t know D-Day from the Ardennes Offensive.
If only they had made a sequel, in which, say, the underdog US team not only beats England in the 1950 World Cup, but goes on to win the whole thing. But that would be even more improbable than the plot of Victory—they would have had to move it to about the year 2026 for it be believable. Then again, we've come a hell of a long way since 1981.