
Honved - Partizan: Beograd 17. XI 1954. Stadion JNA
Accompanying brochure issued on the occasion of a friendly match between Honved and Partizan. Partizan then won against the best Hungarian and one of the best football teams in the world.
"While the rain fell relentlessly and soaked the coats and overcoats of 50,000 owners, a special committee of the Stadium management was measuring the depth of the water on the field. The guests greeted the audience in the stands by throwing flowers, and the supreme authority on the field benevolently signaled the start of the match. In the opening minutes of the match, incredible things happened in front of Honved's goal. The ball fell into the penalty area and stopped in the mud. Valok sent it towards the net from the crowd, but it went past the post. The stadium moaned like never before because of the missed opportunity. And while Partizan lined up and missed chances, Honved scored first one and then another goal. However, right before going on vacation, the network of the Hungarian team was also shaken. How long was this moment awaited. It was one of thirty quick attacks by Partizan's attack, first Mihajlović, then Bobek, shot from 13-14 meters, but the ball always bounced off a visiting defense player, until finally Valok put it into the goal. As the second half began, Partizan continued where they left off before the break, with furious attacks towards Honved's goal, and already in the 46th minute, Sava Antić routinely leveled the score at 2-2. The difficult pitch made it impossible to play fluently, but Partizan was determined to crush the opponent. You can't remember, at least that's what the statisticians of the Hungarian team say, that Honved has ever been in such a subordinate role on the field. Justice is finally served with half of the game below. Jocić made a lightning dash down the right wing and curled the ball into the penalty area, one body bent over the others, one head made a quick jerk and the ball ended up in the net. It was the head of Partizan center forward Valok. The stadium echoed like a maidan on which a thousand mines were fired. Hands flew up. A thousand umbrellas remain without an owner..."
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