In the whirlwind world of Premier League football, where goals are scored and trophies lifted with the precision of a metronome, Liverpool midfielder Dominik Szoboszlai has always been the picture of cool composure. The Hungarian captain, known for his thunderous long-range strikes and unflappable leadership on the pitch, has now stepped into the spotlight for an entirely different reason—one that’s far more heartwarming and hilariously human. Just weeks after welcoming his first 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, a bouncing 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 girl, into the world, Szoboszlai has opened up about a domestic drama that’s got fans chuckling across social media: a full-blown argument with his wife over the perfect name and nickname for their new𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 daughter.
The revelation came during a candid chat on a popular Hungarian sports podcast, where Szoboszlai, fresh off a stellar performance in Liverpool’s latest Champions League qualifier, decided to share a slice of his off-field life. “You think leading Hungary against the world’s best is tough?” he quipped with his trademark grin. “Try agreeing on a name for your little princess with the one person whose opinion matters most.” Fans, already buzzing from his on-pitch heroics, erupted in laughter as clips of the interview went viral, turning what could have been a sleepy post-match debrief into a feel-good frenzy.
For the uninitiated, Szoboszlai’s personal life has been a fairy tale straight out of a rom-com. The 24-year-old star, who joined Liverpool from RB Leipzig in a blockbuster £60 million deal back in 2023, tied the knot with his longtime love, Borka Buzsik, in a intimate ceremony in Budapest this past March. The wedding was a low-key affair, shrouded in black-and-white elegance on Instagram, with Szoboszlai simply captioning the photos “2025.03.25” alongside a red heart emoji—a subtle nod to their big day that melted hearts worldwide. Borka, a sharp-witted business graduate from Corvinus University with a flair for fashion and a budding influencer career, has been the steady force behind Szoboszlai’s meteoric rise. From cheering him on at Anfield to jet-setting between Liverpool’s rainy pitches and Hungary’s sun-kissed shores, she’s the ultimate team player.
Their journey to parenthood kicked off in the most Szoboszlai way possible: with a goal celebration that doubled as a 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 announcement. During a gritty 3-2 loss to Brighton in May, the midfielder rifled home Liverpool’s second goal, only to lift his shirt, suck his thumb, and cradle an imaginary bump in a gesture that screamed “We’re expecting!” The Anfield faithful—and the entire football world—lost it. Polaroid snaps of the couple cradling Borka’s growing bump followed soon after, captioned simply “3 of us,” confirming the joyous news. Fast-forward to early August, and their daughter arrived, healthy and ready to conquer the world, or at least her parents’ hearts. Szoboszlai shared a tender black-and-white photo of his hand enveloping her tiny fingers, writing, “Your 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 means the world to me. Thank you, my love, for bringing her into our life.” It was pure magic, the kind that reminds even the most die-hard fans that these superstars are just folks navigating life’s curveballs.
But here’s where the plot thickens—and the laughs begin. In the podcast, Szoboszlai dove headfirst into the chaos of new𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 naming, painting a vivid picture of late-night debates that rivaled any heated team meeting under Arne Slot. Apparently, the couple had been tossing around ideas for months, even before the 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 bump made its debut. Szoboszlai, ever the romantic with a nod to his roots, was pushing hard for something quintessentially Hungarian—think names like Zsófia or Lili, evoking the rolling hills and historic castles of his homeland. “I wanted something strong, like her dad,” he joked, flexing an imaginary bicep. “A name that says ‘future world-beater’ but with a soft edge, you know? And for the nickname—oh man—’Bubuka’ or ‘Lili-cica,’ something cute that rolls off the tongue like a perfect pass.”
Enter Borka, the voice of modern reason with a cosmopolitan twist. Fresh from her business degree and with an eye on their globetrotting future, she envisioned a name that bridged worlds: elegant, international, and effortlessly chic. Options like Mia or Luna floated around, names that whisper Parisian cafes or New York skylines rather than Budapest’s thermal baths. “She’s got her mum’s style already,” Szoboszlai admitted, chuckling. “Borka was all about something timeless, easy for her to say when we’re traveling for my games. And the nickname? She vetoed ‘Bubuka’ faster than I can curl a free-kick. Called it ‘too cartoonish’—can you believe it? We went rounds: ‘It’s adorable!’ ‘No, it’s silly!’ It was like arguing over tactics mid-game.”
The spat escalated one fateful evening in their cozy Liverpool home, mere days before the due date. Picture this: Szoboszlai, jet-lagged from international duty, sprawled on the couch with 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 name books scattered like fallen defenders. Borka, glowing but exhausted, scrolls through her phone for inspiration. What starts as a light-hearted back-and-forth spirals into a full-on standoff. “I said, ‘What if we go with Eszter? It’s classic Hungarian, means ‘star’—perfect for our little shooting star!’” Szoboszlai recounted, his eyes twinkling with mock exasperation. “She shot back, ‘Eszter? Sounds like a grandma’s knitting club. How about Aria? Musical, fierce, and it’ll look great on a passport.’ We were at it for hours—pausing only for her to remind me that kicks from the inside were way more intense than my arguments.”
In a twist that had listeners howling, Szoboszlai confessed to pulling out all the stops: enlisting his mum, Zsanet—a former handball pro turned teacher—for backup on the Hungarian front, and even texting his Liverpool teammates for “neutral” opinions. “Virgil sided with me—said ‘Eszter’ has that warrior vibe. But Mo? He just sent laughing emojis and said, ‘Let the wife win, mate—saves the marriage.’” Borka, not one to back down, rallied her influencer friends for a poll that predictably swung international. The result? A compromise 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 of exhaustion and love, revealed only in the podcast’s closing moments: their daughter’s name is a beautiful hybrid—”Aria Zsófia Szoboszlai.” The full name honors Hungarian heritage with a global flair, while the nickname? A playful mash-up that’s already fan-favorite fodder: “Zari,” short for both, with a hint of “star” thrown in for good measure.
Fans couldn’t get enough. Social media lit up like Anfield under the floodlights. “Szobo arguing over 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 names? Relatable king!” tweeted one Liverpool supporter, racking up thousands of likes. Another quipped, “From free-kick master to nickname negotiator—football’s new rom-com.” Hungarian outlets dubbed it “The Szoboszlai Summit,” complete with memes of the midfielder in a referee’s kit, whistle in mouth. Even rivals joined the fun; an Arsenal fan account posted a photoshopped image of Szoboszlai and Borka as gladiators in a naming arena, captioned “When the 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦’s the real MVP.” The buzz underscores Szoboszlai’s charm: he’s not just a talisman on the pitch, where his vision and venom have cemented him as Slot’s midfield linchpin, but a relatable everyman whose vulnerabilities endear him to millions.
This 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 name revelation isn’t just fodder for giggles—it’s a timely reminder of Szoboszlai’s evolution. At 24, he’s already captained Hungary to stirring Euro showings, notched key goals in Liverpool’s title charge last season, and now, embraced fatherhood with the same gusto. “It’s changed everything,” he reflected in the podcast. “The arguments? They’re what make us stronger. Like on the field—if you don’t clash ideas, you don’t win.” Borka echoed the sentiment in a subtle Instagram story repost, adding a heart emoji to the clip with “Teamwork makes the dream work 
.”
As Liverpool gears up for another grueling campaign, with Szoboszlai eyeing more silverware and perhaps a Ballon d’Or whisper, this light-hearted leak into his family life humanizes the hero. In a sport often dominated by egos and endlines, stories like this—the squabbles over syllables, the joy in tiny hands—remind us why we love the game and its players. Who knows what nicknames await as little Aria Zsófia grows? One thing’s certain: with parents like these, she’ll be calling the shots in no time. And fans? They’ll be right there, laughing along.
