Puskas Poetry

[Captain of Hungary]

here is a wee poem from Ferenc Puskas which completes the introduction to his 1955 autobiography.

Beautiful.

Puts 99% of all burdz and booze ridden, ghost written tomes by modern footballers to utter shame.

Since I am Captain of Hungary thought it would be a nice intro for my first thread.

Greetings to my fellow jambos.

 

'Goal!' - I hear it mingled with fog and rain at the international against Scotland at Hampden Park in 1954.

'Goal!' - It comes like the noise of a distant thunderstorm as Hungary open the scoring at Wembley.

'Goal!' - A shrill, passionate yell of excitement in the heat and sweat of Mexico.

'Goal!' - Best of all, an acclaim of joy and triumph that shakes our home stadium in Budapest.

'Goal!' - A distant echo. The cry of a small, grubby boy playing with a ball made out of his mother's stocking. A cry that takes some of the sting out of the smacking awaiting his return.

'Goal!' - A simple, short word that means so much. Say it, shout it as you will, it is music to my ears.

'Goal!' - The whistle blows. The game is on again.

 

Ferenc Puskas, Budapest - April 1955.