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On Thursday night, in the 71st year of his life, the six-time Hungarian national team, Olympic silver medalist and three-time Hungarian champion, attacker László Branikovits, the inherited champion of Ferencváros, passed away. We remember with the obituary of Gábor Thury.
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| László Branikovits (1949-2020) |
He was still in the pool Thursday morning, retired at night, watching a game on TV, his wife noticed a strange sound. She called the ambulance, but they couldn’t help her anymore, her heart took it as fast as her father.
Fradi’s heart stopped.
A few days ago, walking down Bocskai Road, an MTK-drukker met our acquaintance, who thought that the crystal that captured Fradi’s 30th championship title was in a better place than a real Fradista and handed it over to him. Nor did he think that they were no longer sitting together at the gaming table – he had learned the last word from none other than Sándor Csikar – they weren’t talking about football.
He already justified himself against the Verdiblancos in 1962, but when he reached the threshold of adulthood, it was almost impossible to fit into the strike line of Szőke, Varga, Albert, Rákosi, Fenyvesi. He decided to justify himself to Szeged. This happened in 1968, then he stayed in Ferencváros, when Zoltán Varga went abroad, he joined the legendary line of strikers. When I asked him in one of our conversations if it was wrong to be nicknamed Kisfloria compared to Albert Flórián for his movement and goal sensitivity, he replied that they compared him to a golden ball. Of course his name was Brani, Duck, one of the fittest was Emperor Crumb, who he told me himself.
At the FTC, coach Károly Lakat was highly regarded both humanly and professionally, he said a lot about his own game, he was proud of his six national teams and his two goals scored on the coat of arms. In his second match, he took the lead at the Népstadion in the 1972 European Championship quarter-finals against the Romanians, and rumbled many times when his goal post went in, not 1-1. In his more than three hundred games at Fradi, he scored perhaps his most memorable goal in the VVK series for Liverpool in January 1968.
But he was a victim of rejuvenation in the 1970s. He had fewer and fewer words, it would have been justified in Győr, but it was prevented. In the seventy-five winters they told him that he was a Fradist, that they would not leave him any place, then he went to Csepel, the exchange was for the lighting of the FTC field … He went from the Fradi field to István Kutas to ask for help, but, or go to Csepel or the Bakery Industry in Zugló.
In recent years, he appeared at the usual meeting of the national teams, he also turned around with the old fradistas in a match in Üllői út, but sudden death now puts everything in the past.
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