World Cup qualifiers aren’t supposed to be knife fights in September, but this one is.
Ireland vs Hungary at the Aviva Stadium isn’t just a football match — it’s a dogfight for survival in Group F. Portugal are expected to waltz through as group winners, leaving these two to scrap over the bones of second place and a playoff. Six games in 70 days. Blink and your dream’s dead.
As Heimir Hallgrímsson, Ireland’s Icelandic coach-turned-messianic dentist, bluntly put it: “It is always nice in a sprint to be in the lead and not be chasing.”
On Saturday night in Dublin, with a sold-out Aviva crowd baying for something they haven’t tasted since 2002, Ireland and Hungary both begin their sprint.
Ireland’s Story: Energy, Expectation, and Exorcism
The scars of Saipan still fester. Twenty-three years since their last World Cup, Ireland still carry the baggage of Roy Keane vs. Mick McCarthy, of a penalty shootout heartbreak against Spain, of “what ifs” stacked higher than the Guinness foam in Temple Bar.
But now? There’s something strange in the Irish air — something rarer than sunshine in September. Optimism.
Hallgrímsson insists his squad has more individual quality than the Iceland side that stunned Europe in 2016. Assistant coach Paddy McCarthy hasn’t just whispered hope — he’s declared expectation. His words to the squad — “this young team is on the cusp of something special” — feel less like encouragement, more like prophecy.
Captain Nathan Collins speaks of a dressing room maturing, with “more big voices” and “leaders stepping up.” The mood music has changed. This isn’t just about being plucky losers anymore.
Subplots That Cut Deep
Chiedozie Ogbene: Fresh off an Achilles rupture that nearly killed his career, he says he’d “do it again” for the perspective it gave him. He works with disabled kids, inspired by his sister with Down syndrome. When one told him, “you’re still one of our favourites,” he nearly cried. If you can’t root for him, you don’t have a pulse.
Evan Ferguson: The great green hope. He’s 20, just swapped Brighton for Roma, leaner and smarter according to Hallgrímsson. With Troy Parrott injured, Ferguson is expected to carry the goal burden. Ireland prays he’s ready.
Caoimhín Kelleher: Finally Ireland’s No.1. At Liverpool he’s Alisson’s understudy; in Dublin, he’s the man tasked with keeping Dominik Szoboszlai’s free-kicks out of the top corner. Ryan Manning: Southampton’s set-piece sniper. He says “now is the time we need to step up.” Translation: it’s shit-or-bust.
Hungary’s Story: Puskás’ Ghost and Rossi’s Grit
Every Hungary preview drags up the ghosts of the “Magical Magyars.” Puskás rolling England at Wembley in ’53. A team so good they bent football into new shapes. And then the crushing silence after 1956, when politics tore apart the golden team.
That’s the baggage every Hungarian side carries. And it’s heavy.
Hungary haven’t seen a World Cup since 1986 — 40 years by the time 2026 rolls around. Manager Marco Rossi, Italy-born and Hungary-adopted, is still standing after nearly eight years in charge — a lifetime in international football. He’s built stability, but patience is thin.
He admits Ireland are their “main rivals” for qualification. Lose here, and he’s Moses stuck in the desert without the map.
The Hungarians Who Possess All the Star Power
Dominik Szoboszlai: Liverpool’s dynamo. Hungary’s captain. Already has 16 goals for his country, and his free-kicks are thunderbolts. Rossi promises he won’t be wasted at right-back like Klopp sometimes does. Expect him floating between the lines, dictating.
Milos Kerkez: Just 20, already a Liverpool regular. Fast, fearless, and very good.
Willi Orbán: Leipzig’s defensive anchor. The one grown-up at the back.
Barnabás Varga: Ferencváros striker taught “how to score” by Robbie Keane — the irony of him putting Ireland out isn’t lost.
But Hungary wobble. Péter Gulácsi is gone, and new keeper Dénes Dibusz has looked like a mistake waiting to happen. Their backline creaks without protection. If Ireland run at them with Ogbene’s pace, it could break.
Head-to-Head: The History Lesson
Ireland haven’t lost to Hungary in six games. Their last meeting, a Dublin friendly in 2024, ended with Troy Parrott’s last-minute winner. Hungary haven’t won on Irish soil since 1969 — yes, nineteen sixty-nine.
But Hungary are unbeaten in their last 11 qualifiers. Ireland, meanwhile, have managed just 13 wins from 53 competitive games since 2017. That’s the raw math behind all the Irish optimism.
The Atmosphere: A Cauldron or a Cliché?
Hallgrímsson’s plea to the Aviva faithful was blunt: “Come to become the 12th men. Don’t come just to enjoy it. Make it happen with us.”
Saturday night in Dublin won’t be gentle. Think a stadium buzzing like a big green balloon, inflated by a million Olés, ready to burst. For Ireland, this is the night to exorcise ghosts. For Hungary, it’s the chance to end 40 years in the wilderness.
This isn’t just a qualifier. It’s two nations staring into the mirror of history.
And the question is brutally simple:
Will Ireland finally turn fragile hope into substance, or will Szoboszlai and Hungary pop the balloon before it ever takes off?
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