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Top 5 Ostrava games ?

Ummm, that’s hard. It’s not like I remember entire games, rather I remember that something special happened during them. This will be long, btw. I love my stories.

1. Ostrava - Znojmo (May 2017) - Back to the 1st League

I don’t even know why this one is my favorite. But it was the first match since 2004 (our title year) that was an opportunity to celebrate something. We got relegated for the first time in nearly 70 years, and our club was just done. Done. Then we got a new owner, and a very, very controversial coach (who actually spent some time in a mental asylum because he got addicted to gambling during his time in Petersburg, yeah). And this coach came and looked everyone in the eyes and said “We’ll be back in the league in a year.” We were pretty traumatized from all the years prior to that, and we were like “Ha ha ha, okay, maybe five years.” But no. The year in the 2nd league was a fairy tale. Imagine witnessing a phoenix being reborn, that’s how it felt. We drove through it so smoothly, and were holding onto the 2nd place (Olomouc were still kind of another level) comfortably... except then... we choked. We lost a 9 points advantage we had over Opava, and here we are, playing our last match against Znojmo, and it’s win or die. And what’s with the daring predictions, a player who is no top scorer by any means says before the match: “There’s no way we’re losing this.” and we are like “Suuuure, boy.” Guess what, this boy scores the first goal. And I’m like “Boy, you score another and I’m taking off my shirt.” He effin’ did, so I’m on the tribune jumping in my bra, waving the shirt above my head (I said if he scored a hattrick, I’d take off the bra as well, but that didn’t happen). Anyways, we win, and the speaker goes: “Please, don’t run on the pitch, the players will come to celebrate later on the parking lot...” Bitch, I wanna be with my boys - he wasn’t done speaking when I was jumping over that fence, and the security were of course very chill (because you’re not stopping 5 thousand people who have decided to have a party on the pitch). We also had the celebration on the parking lot, don’t worry. Free beer and all. I don’t drink beer, but it was nice of them.

2. Ostrava - Sparta Prague (April 2018) - Beating Sparta at home after 10 years

Okay, so Sparta is our biggest rival. Some might say it’s Opava, and I get it, because we fight over who is the king of Silesia (WE ARE), but we really don’t like Sparta. We’re not friends with Slavia either, but it’s not hate, and we don’t really give a damn about the other two Prague clubs, Dukla and Bohemians, but we hate hate hate Sparta. You go from our club to Sparta and you’re dead. Or you’re not dead, but Milan Baroš has to vouch for you saying “please, dear fans, he’s just a stupid child, he didn’t know what he was doing, don’t kill him!” and hold you around your shoulders, and then you have to have a long talk with the fans, wait a couple months, and score some goals, and then we will maybe forgive you and take you back (that’s what my favorite did - stupid, stupid boy). Anyway, we usually don’t beat Sparta. And especially not at home - it hadn’t happened in 10 years before this match. BUT THEN IT DID. We were leading TWICE, but then it was 2:2. And in the 86th minute Milan fucking Baroš scored the 3:2 goal with his head. The stadium EXPLODED. It was insane. We didn’t even know what was happening, it was so intense. The ref of course gave Sparta like an hour of prolongation, because it’s Sparta. It was terrible. We couldn’t even sit anymore, we just stood there, and I think we sang our anthem, and then I prayed Our Father over and over again (I do this a lot at football matches, sometimes the whole rosary when I can’t take the nerves anymore because it calms me down), and then came the final whistle, and I just fell on my seat and started to cry hysterically. I literally couldn’t calm down. It was so beautiful, and I’ll remember it until I die.

3. Ostrava - Slavia Prague (September 2018) - Winning in 10

It was a nice, sunny day, a match against Slavia like any other (which means we were bound to lose, because, hehe, Slavia is a different level *whispers* money). But things got crazy. Crazy crazy. It’s the 10th minute, and Milan Baroš commits a foul. Um, yeah, he does, let’s admit that. An elbow. The ref gives him a yellow. But then, the 4th ref (who can’t set his foot in this city anymore) tells him to go consult VAR. He does. And gives Milan a red card. Milan being Milan (I swear to you, he’s the sweetest person off the pitch... but on the pitch, he’s a monster) tells the ref something along the likes of “You fucked up the match, you fucking c*nt!” and other things, during his approximately 3 minutes long rant prior to leaving the pitch (he got a 6 match ban after that, that’s how bad that rant was). We are in 10, we don’t have our top player, and we think that we are royally fucked. NO. The team decides that they will FUCKING WIN THIS FOR MILAN. The crowd decides that we will HAUNT SLAVIA TO THEIR GRAVE. The remaining 80 minutes are hell on earth. They never, never stood a chance. We massacred them. The crowd was so hyped, like, I was so hyped that I could have killed someone. If Milan Baroš showed up on the tribune and told me to kill the ref or one of the Slavia players, I’d probably jump onto the pitch and strangle them with my bare hands. If you don’t know what deindividuation in a crowd is, that was it. It was so intense that even our coach got sent off - our coach is a former teacher and he literally never gets mad or violent or anything, but he was sent off. We won 2:1. Nobody knows what happened here. Everyone was traumatized. And we will surely be telling our children and grand-children about this match.

4. Ostrava - Zlín (February 2016) - Winning for Pavel

Okay, this match wasn’t special in terms of football (I don’t remember anything that happened on the pitch), but I’ll always remember it. It was the match where we said goodbyes to our former goalkeeper, Pavel Srniček, who died in December 2015, actually a day after my birthday. I attended the traditional “New Year’s Eve Match” that is played every year, and that year it was on December 27th, and Pavel was already in hospital, and we were chanting his name there and sending positive energy. I couldn’t even imagine that day that he would be gone in two days. It was even harder for me because we played tennis at the same club, always in the early mornings in the same hall, neighboring courts, and we would exchange balls that flew over the net separating the courts and laugh all the time - it was just a constant in my life, that thing you just really feel isn’t there when the person is gone. Anyways, this match was the first match home we played since his death, and the club made a video homage to him that they played in half-time on the big screens. As I was standing there watching it, tears rolling down my cheeks, an elderly man was passing through the stands, and he just stopped and clipped me on the shoulder, and walked away - a moment I’ll remember forever. This was the season we got relegated, and we lost literally everything we could have lost, but this match we won 3:0, out of the blue. Look at this:

Strange, right? I’m probably the thickest person when it comes to spiritual stuff, I’m the first one to tell you things like that don’t exist, but that day, I simply felt that Pavel was there with us. He was there and nobody will convince me it’s not true.

5. Ostrava - České Budějovice (February 2013) - Milan Baroš’s Comeback

This was the match when Milan Baroš came back to Ostrava after 11 years. Which made me feel very old, too, since unlike the excited kids around, I remembered when he left. Ahem. I don’t even remember the score, I think it was a draw, but it was freezing cold (February, eh) and the staff had to literally clean 1 meter of snow from the pitch and the stands (open stadium, where half of it didn’t have roof, so), and there were piles of snow everywhere. Which we promptly used to make snowballs and throw them at the opponents when they were about to take corner kicks... it was fun. We had a special presentation for Milan, and I had a picture of it, but I can’t find it now. Anyways, I like the memory of this one.

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about me thing

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nickname(s): mae, prom

gender: agender (they/them)

sign: scorpio

height: around 5′4″

time: 7:51pm

birthday: november 16, 2001

fave bands: the birthday massacre is the only band that i like a lot of songs from so them i guess??

favorite solo artists: don’t really have one

song stuck in my head: in the room where you sleep by dmb and teenagers by mcr.

last movie I watched: christine w/ Homicidal Arnie Cunningham™

last show I watched: tales from the crypt

when did I create my blog: september 2014 i think (i joined tumblr back in 2012ish with a different blog)

what do I post: uhhh rn it’s just sj things and a lot of horror

last thing I googled: “tm”

do I have other blogs: yes and way too many

do I get asks: not really

instruments: n/a don’t know how to play one (have been told that i look like a flute player though)

why did i choose my url: i was in a major carrie shift and now it’s my Brand

following: 65

followed by: 187

average hours of sleep: 4-15 hours

what I’m wearing: gray converse shirt and rainbow zebra print shorts

dream job: tbh i just wanna write and be an artist for the rest of my life

dream trip: i’m moving to california in two years does that count

fave food: don’t really have one

fave song: uhhh as of rn it’s lonely hearts club (the studio version) by matd

last book I read: the short story “sleepless” which is in slasher girls and monster boys (a great fuckin book btw)

top 3 fictional universe i wanna join: none bc most of the shit i like is either horror or horrible circumstances

tagging: anybody who wants to do this i guess