Hungary is the country every neutral soccer historian has a soft spot for. The Mighty Magyars of the 1950s — Puskás, Kocsis, Hidegkuti — rewrote what football was supposed to look like. They went 32 matches unbeaten. They beat England 6-3 at Wembley in 1953 in a match that permanently broke English football's idea of itself. Then they lost the 1954 World Cup final to West Germany in the Miracle of Bern, and the revolution broke up shortly after. Hungary has not been the same team since, and has not appeared at a World Cup since Mexico 1986. That wait is now 40 years, and it is not ending this summer.
Marco Rossi — the Italian coach hired in 2018, who nobody outside Hungary had heard of — came close. He built around Dominik Szoboszlai, the Liverpool captain-in-waiting, and Willi Orbán at Leipzig, ground through Nations League promotions, reached back-to-back Euros, and made Hungary genuinely competitive in UEFA qualifying. But they finished third in Group F, missed the playoff entirely, and the 40-year World Cup absence stretches on. Szoboszlai, 25 and playing at the highest level of club football, will have to wait until 2030 for his first World Cup. For a player of his caliber, the absence feels like a waste.
The Puskás Arena will be quiet this June while the tournament plays out in North America. The goulash at Armoury in Deep Ellum will still be there, the Unicum will still burn, and the Hungarian diaspora in DFW will watch other nations' matches and think about what might have been. Hungary's history is full of almosts. This is another one.