Names
The most common English names are table football, footzy, bar football and foosball, though table soccer is also used. Among French-style players it is known as baby-foot. The name foosball is a loose transliteration of the German word "Fußball", which itself means simply football.
In Germany and in Russia the game is most often called Kicker. In Italy the most used names are biliardino and calcio balilla. In Hungary it is called csocsó. Through Brazilian regions, it has received several names, like totó, pebolim or fla-flu. In Spain the game is called futbolín. In Chile the game is known as taca taca. In Argentina, table football is known as metegol. In Guatemala, the game is called futillo. In Perú the game is known as fulbito de mesa or "futbolín". In other Latin American countries, it is known as canchitas or futbolito. In Bulgaria the game is called djaga.
In Turkey the game is called Langırt. In Portugal it is called matraquilhos. In the Netherlands the game is called tafelvoetbal. In Canada it is widely known as gitoni (where a gettone or token is required to play the game), foosball and baby-foot in Quebec. In South Africa it is called Ta-Ta box. In Poland it is called piłkarzyki which means "little football players". In Persian, it is called "football Dasti" which means hand football.
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