Storming the Castle

Pernštejn Castle

Pernštejn Castle

After the Klobása’s last outing to Vyškov proved to be one of mixed fortunes (FK Blansko lost and the klobása was average, but we had our own horseradish) we were looking forward to yet another trip away, this time to Bystřice nad Pernštejnem. In the time between trips Blansko had managed to turn in a home win against Stará Říše so things there were looking up. Now that’s the footie sorted, but what about our trip? And more importantly, what about the klobása?

To kick the day off we decided to take in a bit of culture, and so rolled in to the worn out old station at Tišnov to have a ganders at Pernštejn Castle. Alighting the train at Nedvědice we spied two bars straight away – and that was just at the station! Brimming with joy after such a promising start we wandered through the pretty little village before beginning the ascension to the castle, perched high up on the hill. Pernštejn Castle has to be one of the most attractive castle in the Czech Republic. It’s imposing location atop the rock strikes an impressive view from below. We arrived there in the middle of a wedding, looking just a little out of place with our Blansko Klobása t-shirts on, with nobody offering us a free champagne. One woman however, admittedly not associated with the wedding, asked us what the t-shirts were about. She politely feigned interest when we explained it was “a blog about football, beer and sausage, but mainly sausage”, and then she asked quite pointedly, “What are you doing in my country?”. Well there’s me thinking we’d just explained that, but there you go…

Chickens

Chickens

After a quick look around we descended back down and grabbed a decent pint of Pernstejn (confusingly a beer from Pardubice) and then a quick Bernard at the station, leaving a trail of Klobása stickers in our wake. We jumped on to the train and rolled on to, well, the middle of nowhere otherwise known as Bystřice nad Pernštejnem. Enough walking between farms finally saw us arrive at the gates of the Bystřice ground, and between two bars. We got the beers in, greeted the Blansko drummer and took up seats in the stands. We were aware of a few unfamiliar faces joining us in the away end, who seemed to be content singing with us Britské rowdies – as the drummer has so flatteringly termed us. The extra support was indeed welcome but it all appeared to be for no good end when Bystřice went a goal up. Disappointed, and bloody hungry, we trekked off a little later for a pre-half-time klobása. We were standing in line for our eagerly anticipated sausage when we suddenly heard cheers behind us, only to turn around and realised we’d missed the equaliser! Was the klobása worth it? Well, it filled a whole but it was certainly no resounding success, and they weren’t half tight with the bread and mustard.

The Bystřice klobása

The Bystřice klobása

Little were we aware then that Blansko would go on to net five more screamers. During the course of this rampage, the plight of bottom-of-the-league Bystřice was obviously getting to some and prompted one home fan to turn round and reach aggressively for the Blansko drum! Understandably he appeared to regret this act quite quickly and, to give him credit, apologised on more than one occasion. We let the final cheers die-down before we headed in to Bystřice itself. It was as quiet as any small Czech town on a Saturday but we found a decent little restaurant and piled some higher quality pork products on top of the klobása sitting uncomfortably in our stomachs, before jumping on the train back to Brno to put the lid on a, mostly, successful day…

Bystřice

Bystřice

Teams

Teams

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