The coffee houses were jubilant: their way of doing things had prevailed, largely because of Sindelar, a player who was, to their self-romanticising eye, the coffee house made flesh. ‘He would play football as a grandmaster plays chess: with a broad mental conception, calculating moves and counter-moves in advance, always choosing the most promising of all possibilities,’ the theatre critic Alfred Polgar wrote in his obituary
— Inverting the Pyramid by Jonathan Wilson (16%)









