There is a saying in America: "if you want an enemy, make a Hungarian friend". Are we like that?

First of all, let's make it clear that we have rarely felt the kind of liberated joy that the performance of the Hungarian national team evoked in us.

Kevin Csoboth's goal goes down in Hungarian football history. There, Puskás' "All right, mister Wright" goal, Farkas and Bene's goal for the Brazilians, Détári's goal for the Austrians from our childhood, the goals of the last ECs, Szoboszlai's solo goal against Iceland (Lord, how long could you list...). In the series of chilling goals.

We, and our children, will remember this goal forever.

Thank you for the euphoric feeling that the Hungarian national team gave me, and is still giving me now, when I am writing these lines.

Then, after the match, we listened to Marco Rossi's statement... Who justifiably lost his temper and stood bewildered by the comments of the malicious commentators. Those who question the decision of a professional are arrogantly interfering in something they have nothing to do with, even though they can't kick the ball straight and have never played a real soccer game in their life.

This is so Hungarian... In America there is a saying: "if you want an enemy, make a Hungarian friend". Are we like that? Surely many of us are like that... An Italian person comes here and doesn't understand how we can be so hostile, envious, conceited, and arrogant.

These grumpy people, who know everything better than everyone else, who stick their noses in everything, sloppy rationalists, eternally dissatisfied, are there in the workplace, on the streets, even in our families. Otherwise, they are unhappy people, unable to come to terms with themselves, and we don't understand that they can tolerate their own existence.

Now, I would say that we true fans, of whom there are so many, should feel ashamed for them, but it should be comforted that they actually feel their own worthlessness.

We would like to tell Marco Rossi not to get annoyed by these naysayers, but to feel the love flowing towards him, which he embodies when the shouts of "Marco...Rossi..." roar in the Puskás Stadium.

Featured image: MTI/Róbert Hegedüs