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The first in a series of one hundred great matches. In the ancient, cobbled, backstreets of Budapest, that lie in the shadow of the Blue Danube, there sits a bar called Hat Harom. It was once frequented by a band of proud, old men. Sadly, they are all gone now, When they did gather together to reminisce, the conversation almost inevitably turned to a murky, November afternoon, way back in 1953. A period of Hungarian dominance when these same old men ruled the roost in world football. Champions in all but name. A time when they reached a unique peak of footballing perfection. The time of Hat Harom. The time of 6-3.