A History of Soccer in Six Matches

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A History of Soccer in Six Matches
From the Hungary team that shattered England’s
delusions to the club that came to define the sport,
through Pelé and Johan Cruyff, here are six games
that explain modern soccer.
By Rory Smith April 10, 2020
Clockwise: Allsport Hulton Archive/Getty Images, Keystone, via Getty Images, Associated Press, Roberto Schmidt,
via Agence France-Presse — Getty Images
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A few weeks ago, I asked readers to submit ideas for what they would like to
see in this column. Not because I am short of them, you understand, but
because in this bleak new reality of ours writing about sports very much
falls into the category of “things you want,” rather than “things you need.”
There was a flurry of suggestions, on every topic under the sun, most of
which I know absolutely nothing about. One theme that stood out, though,
was that many would welcome the chance to immerse themselves in the
comforting nostalgia of soccer history.
Even with my understanding editors and generous word counts, that is a
vast, unwieldy subject. You can write soccer history in a million different
ways: through the lens of teams and individuals, through tactics or
geography or culture.
I wondered, though, if this might be the best approach for these rabbit hole
days: not the best six games of all time, but six games that help to explain
the sport as we know it now, as we love it now, as we miss it now.
This list is not intended to be exhaustive: I took 1946 as my starting point,
and (with one exception) 1992 as my end. Both choices are deliberate.
There is little footage of anything before World War II. And why write one list
when you could write two? This is merely a personal view. As ever, dissent is
not only tolerated, but gently encouraged.
England 3-6 Hungary
International friendly, London, November 25, 1953
The end of soccer’s first era and the start of its second can be pinpointed
precisely: the game that was billed as the Match of the Century, between
the country that represented the sport’s past, and the team that heralded

its future.
England had never really believed it needed to beat foreigners to prove its
superiority at a sport it had, if not quite invented, then certainly codified.
Until 1950, it did not even deign to enter World Cups. Even its first
experience that year — defeat to the United States, and early elimination —
did not dent its self-esteem.
What happened three years later at Wembley had more impact. Hungary’s
aranycsapat, its golden squad, exposed the myth of English supremacy.
Billy Wright, England’s captain, was powerless to stop Ferenc Puskas,
Sandor Kocsis and Nandor Hidegkuti from running riot; he looked, in the
words of one reporter, “like a fire engine rushing to the wrong fire.”
Hungary’s emphatic win — the first time England had been beaten by a
nation from outside the British Isles on home soil — not only proved that
England was no longer the game’s gold standard, but signposted the
game’s future: Hungary had not only outplayed England, but out-thought it.
Soccer would no longer be a mere physical contest. It was an intellectual
one, too.
Real Madrid 7-3 Eintracht Frankfurt
European Cup final, Glasgow, May 18, 1960
Among the 127,000 or so crammed into Hampden Park was a young Alex
Ferguson, witness to what is regarded as the finest team performance in
any European Cup final. Led by Puskas and Alfredo Di Stefano, Real Madrid
swatted aside a more than competent Eintracht team, leading Real to a fifth
consecutive continental title.
It would prove not only the high point of that team, but its last hurrah: a year

later, Benfica finally dislodged Real Madrid as European champion.
Hampden Park, though, cemented the legacy of not only Di Stefano and
Puskas, but the club that had built the first ever squad of Galacticos.
From that point on, there would be a glamour attached to that bright white
shirt. The European Cup would forever be associated with Real Madrid, and
the tournament — then a relative newcomer, only five years old — would
become a barometer for greatness first to rival, and then surpass, the World
Cup.
Brazil 4-1 Italy
World Cup final, Mexico City, June 21, 1970
The best game of the 1970 World Cup was the semifinal — another match
of the century, this one between Italy and West Germany — but nothing,
really, can match the final for impact. In vivid technicolor — bright yellow
jerseys, verdant green field, sapphire blue sky — the world fell in love with
Brazil.
By that stage, of course, Brazil was already a powerhouse: it had won the
World Cup in 1958 and 1962; Pelé was already recognized as a global
superstar. But 1970 was his, and his team’s, apotheosis, their moment of
transcendence into something like an aesthetic ideal for how soccer should
be played, how it should look, how it should feel. It was the point at which, if
England was the home of soccer’s body, Brazil became the land of its soul.
Ajax 2-0 Internazionale
European Cup final, Rotterdam, Netherlands, May 31, 1972
The Netherlands team that revolutionized soccer in the 1970s — laying

down many of the ideas and precepts about style that continue to shape
the sport, at elite level, today — is remembered for what it did not win. In
1974 and 1978, it was the best team in the world. In both years, it reached
the World Cup final. On both occasions, it lost.
But many of the players in those teams were winners, had been winners.
Ajax, the club where the doctrine of Total Football had been born, lifted the
European Cup three times in a row between 1971 and 1973, the first team
since Real Madrid to do so. The second title, claimed on enemy territory in
Rotterdam, was the finest, sweetest of them all.
Inter Milan — a team constructed, in the traditional Italian fashion, around
grizzled defending — was cut apart by Johan Cruyff. He scored both Ajax
goals, and in doing so, he confirmed that beauty could triumph over
cynicism. It is a battle of ideas that soccer has been wrestling with ever
since.
Argentina 0-1 Cameroon
World Cup group stage, Milan, June 8, 1990
Until a sunny day at the San Siro, soccer had twin poles: one in Europe and
one in South America. Everywhere else — from North America to Asia to
Africa — was an afterthought. At World Cups, with a couple of notable
exceptions, the role of those continents’ teams was somewhere between
novelty act and cannon fodder.
Cameroon’s victory over Argentina, the reigning world champion, was the
start of a seismic shift, one that continues today. Though its win was
characterized at the time as rooted in good fortune and bad tackling — two
players were sent off; the second, Benjamin Massing, really couldn’t have
any complaints — much of that, looking back, says more about soccer’s

lingering colonial complex than it does Cameroon’s performance.
The victory’s meaning is clearer now. It was the moment that proved African
teams — followed in short order by soccer’s other developing continents —
were no longer the pushovers they were supposed to be. It was the moment
soccer became a truly global game.
United States 0-0 China (U.S. wins on penalties, 5-4)
World Cup final, Pasadena, Calif., July 10, 1999
Well, it was the moment soccer became a game for truly half the globe. The
other half would have to wait nine more years, for Brandi Chastain’s penalty
kick, to feel entirely included in the world’s sport.
For most of the 20th century, women’s soccer was suppressed, in one way
or another: through lack of funding, lack of exposure or outright banning.
Chastain, and the United States team that became known as the ’99ers,
ended all of that.
The 21st century has seen sustained, remarkable growth in women’s soccer
across the globe, led by the United States. (The match has also played a
role in popularizing the men’s sport in the U.S.) The journey is not yet
complete, of course, but the progress that has been made can be traced
back to the Rose Bowl, and the Pasadena sunshine, and the kick that shook
the world.
Thanks to readers Andrew Edelstein and John MacMillan for donating the
source material of this idea to me; enjoy the hours on YouTube.
No, Footballers Don’t Have to Pay for the N.H.S.

One of the privileges of being a British reporter working for an international
outlet is the chance, every so often, to look at my own country through
someone else’s eyes. It changes the light: Things that have always seemed
inviolable, natural, obvious, suddenly become curious, inexplicable,
downright bizarre.
There can be no better example than the story of how soccer players’ pay
became a central theme in Britain’s response to the coronavirus. It should,
really, have been a fairly simple, and utterly minor, process: the players
could have taken a pay cut to help their clubs pay the rest of their staff, so
as not to become a burden to the government’s relief efforts, and to stave
off some of the effects of soccer’s shutdown.
They could, then, have negotiated further deductions or deferrals,
depending on the length of the hiatus. And if anyone — player or club —
wanted to make a private donation to the country’s overworked hospitals,
then that would be a welcome bonus.
It did not quite work like that. Instead, players found themselves told by
politicians that taking a pay cut was directly related to “doing their bit” for
the National Health Service. It is a mental leap that comes quite naturally,
and appears frequently, in British public discourse: the sense that these
largely working-class, ethnically diverse young men do not deserve their
money, and do not use it correctly. When you try to explain it to an outsider,
though, it becomes clear very quickly that it ultimately makes no sense
whatsoever.
The warning was buried 12 paragraphs into the statement, released on
Monday, confirming that Liverpool had — under considerable public
pressure — changed its mind on using the British government’s furlough
program to cover the salaries for some of its nonplaying staff. It is one that

resonates well beyond Anfield.
Several of the financial scenarios for which the club is preparing, Liverpool’s
chief executive Peter Moore wrote to supporters, “involve a massive
downturn in revenue, with correspondingly unprecedented operating
losses.
“Having these vital financial resources so profoundly impacted would
obviously negatively affect our ability to operate as we previously have,”
Moore wrote.
The scale of that financial damage is not yet known: it may run, according to
some estimates, into the hundreds of millions of dollars for some clubs, and
well into the billions for the soccer industry as a whole. There are ways that
can be mitigated. First and foremost, by finishing the current season;
second, by agreeing to pay cuts or deferrals for players (likely on a case-by-
case basis, given how collective talks have been progressing), which are far
more preferable to job losses elsewhere.
There is, though, no scenario in which the clubs emerge unscathed. There
is no scenario in which what comes next is the same as what went before.
The clubs, you sense, know that. The players, to some extent, may soon
realize it. But the news media and fans, too, are going to have to accept it.
For many, the hope is that next season, at least, may yet be “normal,”
familiar in shape and tone. The reality, as Liverpool warned, is that normal is
gone for some time, and perhaps forever.
Correspondence
The book recommendations keep coming, many of them expanding into

Spanish: Eduardo Galeano’s “Football in Sun and Shadow” came up a lot,
and there has been plenty of love for the works of Roberto Fontanarrosa,
Juan Villoro and Eduardo Sacheri, too. I’ve read Galeano, but will explore the
others.
Several readers, including Daniel Frost, mentioned Amy Bass’s “One Goal”;
Terry Pitts was among those who reminded me of David Peace’s soccer
novels, “Red or Dead” and “The Damned United.” I found the latter more
compelling than the former. The one that really intrigued me, though, was a
book by J.L. Carr called “How Steeple Sinderby Wanderers Won The F.A.
Cup.” I had to double check it wasn’t a joke, from both Mark Farrer and
David Stevens. It seems it isn’t. It’s being airdropped into an online order as
we speak.
The best email, though, came from Michael Pecht, recommending “The
Replay," by the Irish writer Michael Curtin. “It is about a challenge to replay a
soccer match between two rival local squads 15 years after their original
face-off,” he wrote. “It is also a masterpiece about love and marriage. So in
that respect it is a lot like ‘Madame Bovary.’” Except better, I presume,
because “Madame Bovary” lacks goalmouth action.
My other achievement this week: finishing “The English Game" on Netflix. I
would recommend it, with a couple caveats: I am a bit of a sucker for rom-
com level romance; the dialogue is, frankly, remarkable; if you like subtle,
arch subtext, you may find it a bit, well, sledgehammer. But it is fun. And, at
times like these, fun is good.
That’s all for this week. We’ll return to grammar and syntax next week: feel
free to throw in your two cents, on that or anything else, to
askrory@nytimes.com. I reserve most of my arguing for Twitter, but
occasionally do it with friends and record it. And you can tell everyone you

know about how nice it is to get an email every Friday here.
Keep safe.
Rory
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