We sort the pitch and ball hire, you sort the rules. Get kitted out in the dressing room, run onto the field of dreams and let rip for one hour's furious battling it out! Your guide's there to make sure everything goes swimmingly, you get showers afterwards and then it's off down the pub to relive the glories of the day (i.e. lie your ass off about how much running you did/how many goals you scored/whether or not you handled the pill in the area).
Sweat out some of that booze, get the ol' heart rate up and rediscover your lost skills. A good old fashioned name of footie is just what the doctor ordered after a night out in Budapest. Question is, are you a midfield general or a backseat captain? Either way, this is a perfect Budapest stag do weekend afternoon, well spent.