Hungary and the Magyars are the very best, greatest, coolest, most powerful, bravest, most glorious, most honorable, most faithful, most loyal, highest, supreme, strongest, fastest, smartest, most skillful, wisest, most talented, most gifted, most experienced and most successful water polo team on the entire world, earth, land, Gaia, galaxies, universe, space and cosmos of all time and always. In the past, present and future. No one before, now or after will ever surpass the Hungarians. Hungary is my absolute favorite country in the whole world, Hungary is the middle, center, heart, soul and spirit of Europe and the world. Hungary is the most beautiful country ever in the entire world. God, Goddess, Gods and Fate bless and protect the Magyars and Hungarians. Thank you very much Magyars, I love you very much. ❤️🇭🇺❤️➕🏆🥇🙏✌️✌️💪💪👍👍👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏❤️🇭🇺❤️🇭🇺❤️🇭🇺❤️🇭🇺❤️🇭🇺❤️🇭🇺❤️
After the punch at 6:30 starts the Ruszkik haza! (Russians go home!) chant. That's it red monsters, no matter how bloody hard you tried, you couldn't beat and rule everyone, we did show you.
Something similar happened to me in primary school. We had free swim and I was swimming, I look up and a pool stick hits my right eye. I had to stay home for a week or two, being hit in the eye is not fun. Relax, I didn't have to get stitches, but I still have the scar.
Just realized that the official Hungarian name is taken from the famous Petofi poem 'life, love and liberty', which is a poem (in its also very poetic Chinese translation) that most of us Chinese ppl know it to heart. And yet this poem is so fitting for this film's settings.
Кристина Тимановская, ты очень смелый человек. Между свободой и угнетением, ты выбрала свободу, потому что веришь в нее, потому что НЕ хочешь жить в стране, управляемой диктатором. Все мое восхищение тобой
#TeamHungary here.. :) What happened to you in 1956, happened to us Czechs in 1968 (just in a bit less bloody way). Our „Polo” was a Hockey match in 1969 when we beat the „invincible” Russian team.
La gesta épica del equipo de water polo de Hungría en las olimpiadas Australia 1956, de ganar el partido al equipo soviético, cuando los tanques del invasor soviético masacraban a los rebeldes húngaros en las calles de Budapest, David contra Goliat
“The first thing that struck Melbourne was a meeting with the Hungarians. We just flew in, go to training, they meet us - and turn away. Of course, we knew what was happening, but for us it was strange. It happens and is happening - but we are in completely different ways. Then their player, Markowitz, approached our captain Mshveniyradze - “Peter, we were instructed to ignore all Soviet athletes.” The ground for us to have a fight was ready, ”recalled 81-year-old Viktor Ageev, who missed that match but played in the decisive game for bronze against the Germans. The decisive match, which became the most famous in the history of water polo, remained undefeated. The audience squeezed into the six-thousandth hall almost eight thousand - mostly it was the Hungarian immigrants who spoke Russian well. After the war, there were three Russian lessons per week in Hungarian schools - before the game, the Hungarians decided to crush the Soviet team. “Our plan before the game was based on their verbal irritation. From 10 years old I studied Russian more than Hungarian. Can you imagine how in my 22 years I could infuriate the Russians with their own words? We had no doubt that they would begin to get angry and fight, ”Erwin Zador and his team did not hide the fact that they planned to insult their opponents in advance. From the first minutes, the players in the water began to beat each other. True, according to the stories of Soviet players, the Hungarians acted as the instigators - Deje Dyarmati in the first half broke his nose to blood to Peter Mshvenieradze. “This was a signal. Divided into pairs (each one chose a player against whom he acted in the match), we chased each other throughout the pool, trying to hook our counterpart so that it didn't seem enough. The Swede Zuckerman was the judge, as it turned out, an ardent anti-Soviet who judged in one direction, ”recalled the Soviet goalkeeper Boris Goikhman. “The brawl began in the first half. Some were in favor of fighting, while others were not. I played in defense, did not touch anyone. Me too. I saw that they were waving their fists on both sides. But who didn’t want to wave, he didn’t wave, "- Yuri Shlyapin then became the first president of the football Spartak, and in Melbourne the only USSR national team entered the symbolic national team." It was not water polo, but boxing on water. The Russians began to play very dirty when we took the lead. I myself received a terrible blow to the stomach. The most active were Markarov and Prokopov, who called us the entire match the Nazis, ”later Deje Gyarmati will become the most titled water polo player in the history of the Olympic Games. By the fourth quarter, the Hungarians led 3-0. The fourth ball flew into the empty net of the USSR national team, which by that time was no longer playing, and having strayed into a circle in the center of the pool, was hiding from coins, bottles and lighters flying from the stands. At the same time, Erwin Zador, who was holding on to his right eye, was swimming towards the side. Behind him in the water he left a wide red streak of blood. Photos of Zador with a deeply cut eyebrow and a red stream on his cheek will forever be a symbol of the match, which will go down in history called “Blood in the pool.” “For the last few minutes I have been patronizing Prokopov and managed to tell him that he is a loser and his family are losers Further. But then I made a terrible mistake. I could not take my eyes off Prokopov, but I looked at the referee who gave some kind of whistle. The next thing I saw was the body of Prokopov above the water and the fist of his free hand flying into my head. After his strike, I counted about 4 thousand stars, ”the doctors will not allow Zadora to go to a golden match against the Yugoslavs, and he will call this hour on the platform instead of the pool the hardest in life.“When Valentin Prokopov cut his eyebrow, he cried out so that even the red-hot stands were silent for a moment. But as soon as the victim swam to the side and smeared blood all over his face (unlike Mshveniyradze he didn’t even try to wash it off) and turned to the audience for sympathy, something hard to describe began, “a minute before the end of the match, Goikhman had to leave the gates empty. Enraged spectators instantly broke down the barriers and surrounded the pool above which roared from anti-Soviet slogans, some were ready to throw themselves in the water to take revenge on the Russians. Only a detachment of Melbourne police and the announcer, who announced the early victory of the Hungarian national team, were able to cool them.
Says who? A ruSSian cur or one of those inbred Balkanic Jews AKA serBITCHes? The ruSSian filth deserved what they've got from the Nazis. Too bad it was not enough.
Love seeing all these people that were saying how Russia is a great sports power. But now Russia had been banned from the Olympic’s for doping their athletes.
