I hadn’t originally selected this match as my game for the day, but we’d visited a flea market beforehand that didn’t require us to hang around long. When I realized that we could get to the nearby Budafoki stadium in time for the early kick-off, it seemed a much better option than filling in the time before other potential games later in the day.
The flea market wasn’t as good as the one we had been to the week before. There were too many stalls selling new stuff that would have been more at home in a pound shop. I’d been looking for for a vintage Hungarian horse racing print but was out of luck again. I did manage to get an old wooden box to transport the cigars I’d bought in town earlier in the week. Jen picked up another stole, possibly fox, and with a full complement of legs.
When we got to the ground, we could see the players warming up but struggled to find the entrance. It was a second team fixture and was being played on the 4G pitch behind the main stadium. We managed to get in via the front entrance and passed through the stadium proper, where the first team were training on the regular pitch.
The game was in the sixth tier and free to get into. There were about eighty people watching, most of them from the three rows of uncovered seats along one side of the pitch.
I’d hoped for a coffee, but there weren’t any refreshments available. The rain just about held off throughout a bad-tempered first half where scoring opportunities were at a premium. It was goalless at the break and the players stayed out rather than returning to the dressing rooms. A couple of them took the opportunity to have a piss against the perimeter fence before the restart.
Budafoki opened the scoring close to the hour with a shot from the corner of the box into the opposite corner of the net. It was a great goal. The kind where you spontaneously make a noise of some sort in response, whether it’s an exclamation or a laugh. If I were a cat I’d have been purring. Kelen hit back a few minutes later on the break and their equalizer was enough to eventually take a point. We flew back to the UK that evening having seen five games in Hungary and another in Slovakia. It was a worthwhile couple of weeks.
Trail of the Lion King 