Memoirs of a Slovak - Chapter 1
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That is if you don't pull it back at home.
Wednesday 22nd July 2009
After last weeks humiliation in Croatia I have struggled to improve the squad’s outlook on this game, both mentally and verbally. We were humiliated badly, my players were complacent and far too comfortable with the current standard of football we are playing domestically, and this has more than likely cost us a decent shot in Europe.
I believe this is one of the main reasons that big clubs from England, Spain and Italy often do better in these competitions. The standard they are up against on a regular basis there is no chance of complacently.
# # #
FBK Kaunas 3-2 Sleven Belupo
A much improved performance on last week however we were done twice on the counter.
Frailties in the defence were the only weakness in a proud and enjoyable attacking performance.
We got off to a great start with ‘baldy’ tapping home a Tommask driving cross from the left. Morale was soon knocked back when the Croatians scored against the run of play.
We had a corner and our young left back was caught out of position, they broke with extreme pace and we failed to recover, giving them the away goal and killing off the tie.
I was pleased with the attitude of everyone as we emerged from half time, I told the players to give the fans there moneys worth and go out in style. We soon went 2 and then 3-1 up with 15 minutes to spare. I was delighted with the improvement in attitude, although I do take the blame for not making them aware of the jump in standard. Unfortunately they managed to peg us back again five minutes before the end, young midfielder Cinikis gave away possession cheaply and they hit us with there superior pace once more.
At full time I applauded my young squad’s efforts and encouraged them to applaud the fans that made the trip both tonight and in Croatia.
I only hope these games do not have an adverse effect on our league form.
After last weeks humiliation in Croatia I have struggled to improve the squad’s outlook on this game, both mentally and verbally. We were humiliated badly, my players were complacent and far too comfortable with the current standard of football we are playing domestically, and this has more than likely cost us a decent shot in Europe.
I believe this is one of the main reasons that big clubs from England, Spain and Italy often do better in these competitions. The standard they are up against on a regular basis there is no chance of complacently.
# # #
FBK Kaunas 3-2 Sleven Belupo
A much improved performance on last week however we were done twice on the counter.
Frailties in the defence were the only weakness in a proud and enjoyable attacking performance.
We got off to a great start with ‘baldy’ tapping home a Tommask driving cross from the left. Morale was soon knocked back when the Croatians scored against the run of play.
We had a corner and our young left back was caught out of position, they broke with extreme pace and we failed to recover, giving them the away goal and killing off the tie.
I was pleased with the attitude of everyone as we emerged from half time, I told the players to give the fans there moneys worth and go out in style. We soon went 2 and then 3-1 up with 15 minutes to spare. I was delighted with the improvement in attitude, although I do take the blame for not making them aware of the jump in standard. Unfortunately they managed to peg us back again five minutes before the end, young midfielder Cinikis gave away possession cheaply and they hit us with there superior pace once more.
At full time I applauded my young squad’s efforts and encouraged them to applaud the fans that made the trip both tonight and in Croatia.
I only hope these games do not have an adverse effect on our league form.
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Saturday 14th August 1978
‘Martin beats one, and another, passes to Roland, slips it back to Martin…’ A large clamber as Martin Noskcaj hits the ground
‘…and what an amazing slide tackle from Sirk’ I give my brother a smug grin as I help him to his feet.
Playing football down the grass park was how my brother and I spent most of our free time. I always felt great being around his friends, they all took me in at an early age. I was always taller than most my own age, which made me stand out to them, but not my brother.
He saw that I was struggling with my peers and took me in. My mother always used to say Martin and Sonja (my sister) were like her, considerate, caring and thoughtful while I was more like my father.
# # #
We started to gather our things as Petr Cvetko arrived, jumping off his bike, landing on the grass. He rushed over, panting and out of breath.
‘Sonja’ he gasped
‘Vlad Gresko and the rest of the hockey squad, they have her pinned at the school’ he panted, looking at Martin and I sympathetically.
# # #
My brother and I looked at each other, him with fear and rage in my eyes. Grabbing our bikes we flew off for the school.
# # #
Everyone followed suit, wither they were following to back us up, or to see what would happen we did not know or care. The hockey team had a reputation in the school as bullies and hot heads, anyone who joined the team would either become one of them, or quit.
# # #
We arrived to see Vlad and his group skating around Sonja, tapping there hockey sticks at her feet and laughing. Filled with rage and the natural instinct to protect my family I grabbed the biggest rock I could find and threw it at Vlad.
Failing to realise they were on skates and moving quickly, my rock missed Vlad, instead getting caught between the skates of one of his followers, Sven. Sven went crashing down between the rock and hit the turf hard. This caused the rest of them to lose footing and fall into each other, much to the amusement of the crowd.
Immediately standing, enraged at what had just happened, Vlad and the other three who stumbled looked over and then started skating towards us leaving the injured Sven.
Knowing I was outnumbered I ran as fast as my legs could take me, dodging shoppers and civilians along the streets. Turning down side alleys I slowed them down, giving myself a good hundred yards on them.
Stopping for a breath I turn to see only two of them skating towards me, Sven must have tired. Deciding I can handle myself with the two of them I start running again at a slower pace, allowing them to catch up. As they were just within touching distance I stopped dead sticking my foot out, without warning the two of them went crashing over my leg hitting the concrete head first.
# # #
‘That takes care of that’ I grinned smugly as I limped away
My leg may have been in agony but it was worth it, they were warned. Just as I turned the next corner however, Sven and his other team mate were racing towards the cries of there screaming companions.
No way could I outrun them now, my leg was in too much pain. I was in for it now or so perhaps not? I limped across the road and into a fruit and veg store, fully aware Sven was chasing behind.
‘Excuse me, Mrs’ I dramatically cry
‘Yes my boy, what ever is the matter?’ the women replies, falling for my cry for help.
‘Two boys are chasing me with hockey sticks, I was just sticking up for my sister’ I start to cry.
She then notices my bruised leg, the elderly women shouts for her husband. He runs outside and hunts them away.
I get an apple and a drink of orange for my troubles and head off home.
‘Martin beats one, and another, passes to Roland, slips it back to Martin…’ A large clamber as Martin Noskcaj hits the ground
‘…and what an amazing slide tackle from Sirk’ I give my brother a smug grin as I help him to his feet.
Playing football down the grass park was how my brother and I spent most of our free time. I always felt great being around his friends, they all took me in at an early age. I was always taller than most my own age, which made me stand out to them, but not my brother.
He saw that I was struggling with my peers and took me in. My mother always used to say Martin and Sonja (my sister) were like her, considerate, caring and thoughtful while I was more like my father.
# # #
We started to gather our things as Petr Cvetko arrived, jumping off his bike, landing on the grass. He rushed over, panting and out of breath.
‘Sonja’ he gasped
‘Vlad Gresko and the rest of the hockey squad, they have her pinned at the school’ he panted, looking at Martin and I sympathetically.
# # #
My brother and I looked at each other, him with fear and rage in my eyes. Grabbing our bikes we flew off for the school.
# # #
Everyone followed suit, wither they were following to back us up, or to see what would happen we did not know or care. The hockey team had a reputation in the school as bullies and hot heads, anyone who joined the team would either become one of them, or quit.
# # #
We arrived to see Vlad and his group skating around Sonja, tapping there hockey sticks at her feet and laughing. Filled with rage and the natural instinct to protect my family I grabbed the biggest rock I could find and threw it at Vlad.
Failing to realise they were on skates and moving quickly, my rock missed Vlad, instead getting caught between the skates of one of his followers, Sven. Sven went crashing down between the rock and hit the turf hard. This caused the rest of them to lose footing and fall into each other, much to the amusement of the crowd.
Immediately standing, enraged at what had just happened, Vlad and the other three who stumbled looked over and then started skating towards us leaving the injured Sven.
Knowing I was outnumbered I ran as fast as my legs could take me, dodging shoppers and civilians along the streets. Turning down side alleys I slowed them down, giving myself a good hundred yards on them.
Stopping for a breath I turn to see only two of them skating towards me, Sven must have tired. Deciding I can handle myself with the two of them I start running again at a slower pace, allowing them to catch up. As they were just within touching distance I stopped dead sticking my foot out, without warning the two of them went crashing over my leg hitting the concrete head first.
# # #
‘That takes care of that’ I grinned smugly as I limped away
My leg may have been in agony but it was worth it, they were warned. Just as I turned the next corner however, Sven and his other team mate were racing towards the cries of there screaming companions.
No way could I outrun them now, my leg was in too much pain. I was in for it now or so perhaps not? I limped across the road and into a fruit and veg store, fully aware Sven was chasing behind.
‘Excuse me, Mrs’ I dramatically cry
‘Yes my boy, what ever is the matter?’ the women replies, falling for my cry for help.
‘Two boys are chasing me with hockey sticks, I was just sticking up for my sister’ I start to cry.
She then notices my bruised leg, the elderly women shouts for her husband. He runs outside and hunts them away.
I get an apple and a drink of orange for my troubles and head off home.
Very nicely written the story and the words used are perfect makes the story to read it a lot more interesting i find myself reading more of it than other storys and less skimming through so much info so much detail keep up the good work Award anyone ?
" Story of the week " id say story of the site
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How stupid am I to not see that, I don't notice a lot
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Hands down, i think the best Fm story i have ever read. The bits away from the football are very interesting. I think we better get Sports Interactive on here and get notes for 2011. Brillant story matey, keep up the awesome work.