My best ever World Cup
2018. The year of my best ever World Cup. Really. The year when I found my faith again in my team, in the sport called football – and when I realized that I need this sport back in my life again.
I’ve been watching football World Cups since I was ten, since 1986. That was the first trauma with the Hungarian national team, Irapuato and the 0-6 against the Soviet Union – the beginning of a slope ahead of the Hungarian team that hasn’t finished yet. That and the political backlash in Hungary added to my language-learning time spent in London led me to find a new home – at least theoretically. So far. More about that in a later post, this time it is all about football, and my love for the English team.
This World Cup showed everything that I miss from my country now, including football, caring for each other, being a country, being human. A team that played for each other, played for the country, played against the odds – and delivered.