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Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
Then the unthinkable happened in front of our very eyes, nine minutes from the end of the first half. Flórián Albert Jr made a great run behind Madrid’s defence, an inch-perfect pass found him and with a sublime touch he casually lobbed the goalkeeper, the ball hitting the crossbar twice before bouncing behind the goal line.
The crowd erupted, the ground shook and indescribable joy took over the stadium. I’m certain the jubilation was heard miles away. The match ended 1-1 after Raúl’s second-half equaliser, but that night will never be forgotten. The green eagle had soared and landed on Europe’s biggest stage.
Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
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Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
Then the unthinkable happened in front of our very eyes, nine minutes from the end of the first half. Flórián Albert Jr made a great run behind Madrid’s defence, an inch-perfect pass found him and with a sublime touch he casually lobbed the goalkeeper, the ball hitting the crossbar twice before bouncing behind the goal line.
The crowd erupted, the ground shook and indescribable joy took over the stadium. I’m certain the jubilation was heard miles away. The match ended 1-1 after Raúl’s second-half equaliser, but that night will never be forgotten. The green eagle had soared and landed on Europe’s biggest stage.
Group D, Matchday 4
1 November 1995
The prospect of Real Madrid visiting Hungary for a competitive European fixture felt like a dream, and securing tickets more valuable than winning the lottery. Being a kid at the time, I remember the extraordinary buzz preceding the encounter. Fradi versus Madrid was the talk of the school, the shops, the park, the streets – the whole town.
There was something magical in the air that night and we all felt it. Despite having conceded six goals at the Bernabéu a couple of weeks prior, everybody was talking about winning before kick-off. Head coach Dezső Novák’s pre-match speech echoed those sentiments. The stadium was electric, with 17,000 people singing in unison from start to finish. It felt like the encore of a rock concert – only this lasted for 90 minutes.
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