England – 3: Hungary – 6
¶ 1
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Nineteen fifty-three: at Wembley
a devastation of those slow heavy dancers
shown-up by poetry and ballet heralding a dawn of glory
remember their names:
Ference Puskas: Zoltan Czibor: Hidegkuti:
poets of Hungarian Soccer Genius.
¶ 2
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I never forgot one goal –
as the ball swings over from the wing
Puskas takes it on his insteap
swivels round, the ball still on his toe
flicks it onto his other foot shoots!
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A goal…
¶ 4
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a unique goal in the entire history
of this universal teamgame: Football!
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A Puskas goal at Wembley in nineteen fifty-three.
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