THE BLANSKO KLOBASA

 

Back in the summer, we were asked by a football quarterly in Czech Republic to write about our blog and about why we support an amateur club and not one of the big teams. We handed the task over to Ralph and this is what he has to say.

Oh and the Czech version you can find here – Football Club Cz

 

Someone once said to me that when you start supporting a football club, you doso not because  of the trophies, or a player, or history .You support them because you have found yourself somewhere – you have found a place where you belong. For me, Swansea City will always be that club.

 

However, when I moved to Brno back in the late 90s, standing on the North Bank was not something I could do every second Saturday, so I had to look for a replacement. At the time, the local team Boby Brno were riding high in the top league, so naturally I found myself at the Luzanky stadium watching the likes of Richard Dostalek, Marek Zubek and Zdenek Valnoha strut their stuff .

 

Boby Brno became that stand-in. Yet it didn’t feel right- a bit like falling in love with someone who wasn’t your girlfriend. But I went along with it, because she (Swansea in this case, not my girlfriend) was so far away. And that’s how it stayed. We went away together,partied in the Intertoto Cup and the Gambrinua Liga,and I must admit we had fun. It was a fully-blown love affair.

 

That was until a Friday night under the lights about five years ago. The opponents were Slavia Prague and I looked up at the scoreboard after 76 minutes. The score was 0-0. Now nil-nils can be entertaining games, but not this one. A friend of mine turned to me and said, “You know,nothing has happened in the 76 minutes we’ve been here”. And he was right, not one shot, not one piece of skill to thrill the crowd. Nothing. Nic. 

 

I left and I haven’t been back since. In truth, I had probably been kidding myself for a while – going along to Srbska, just in the hope the fling would spark up again.

 

By this time, I must admitI had already discovered groundhopping,and one Saturday afternoon decided to hop on a train and see what Blansko had to offer. Blansko is most notable for being close to the Moravian Karst, a protected nature reserve a few kilometres from the town.  In the past it was an industrial town of great significance. Today, it’s a shadow of its former self.

 

It’s also home to FK Blansko, the team I now support.

 

Now, declaring your loyalty to a smaller club is like a high-stakescard game. It’s like being faced with a deal or bust decision: I could stick to my guns and hope for the best,or keep supporting a big team, for which I had no feelings. Non-league devotees like myself often lead a duplicitous life, in which the team they claim to support,  andwho they actually support,can be two vastly different things. I remember a friend of mine at school mulling over replying “Manchester United” if anyone asked whom he supported. “I would feel a bit silly saying Macclesfield Town”. Whenever somebody asks who I support, I get an inevitable look of confusion when I say “FK Blansko”,followed by, “Oh, and have I mentioned I have a blog?”

 

So, returning to the story. Disillusioned with life as a supporter of Zbrojovka Brno, I decided to  reject overpriced tickets, officious stewarding, overzealous policing, political views I disagreed with- and just poor football– and discovered the otherworld.

 

In this otherworld, I pay 40kc to get in, avoid a queue to get a beer and stand or sit where I like– rather than being confined to a numbered seat. At Udolni,or any other groundwe visit, it’s a place where segregation is unnecessary and where fans like me can just enjoy 90 minutes of football – or 89 with some referees – in perfect peace. 

 

Such is our love for our football teamthat we started a blog named the Blansko Klobasa. We travel all over Moravia (and even further field) visiting towns you don’t often read about in travel guides, all in search of footballing excellence, the perfect beer and the ultimate Czech football snack – the klobasa.  And Udolni is place we like to call home.

 

Over the seasons, we have become familiar faces at Udolni. Fellow supporters welcome us, and we often chat to the players in both Czech and English after a game.  We’ve bought scarves, as well asdesigning our ownflag. The players have bought us and friends of the blog shirts. We are on drum duty when Pav, the drum, is working the tannoy. We sing in bothour own languageand inCzech. We drink and be merry and we eat klobasaat nearly every ground we have been to.

 

And then we write about it.

 

When I was asked to write this piece, I wasn’t sure if it would be of any interest to anyone outside of the gates of Udolni. I meangirlfriends, friendsandwork colleagues who support Real Madrid, Barcelona or Manchester United often snigger when we tell them that we spent Sunday watching Blansko away at Zdar. “Why?” is often the follow-up question.  To a degree, I understand the bemusement, but to us it’s a proper love affair and hopefully we can tell you we yearn for more Blansko home and away days.

 

You may have noticed that I am using “we” instead  of  “I”,as The Blansko Klobasais very much a joint effort. Although I can go off to Havirov for a 10.15 kick-off on a Sunday morningon my own, the fun comes when we are a small band of intrepid Klobasa.

 

 

As these words should be about lower league Czech football and what we enjoy, maybe I should just get on with that and stop babbling on about us. Belonging. But I digress. Here are some of the things that make supporting Blansko so special.

 

The Trips

 

The fixture list becomes like a map, so the moment it is released we start planning and plotting away days. Following Blansko or just groundhopping in Czech Republic has taken us down a coal mine in Petkoviceandaround the chateau gardens ofKromeriz. We’ve taken an early morning bus to Lednice, in order to walk on a nature trail to Breclav,and enjoyed a Gulas festival in Mikulov- as well as many more strange and wonderful places.

 

I suppose what we are trying to convey is how beautiful this country is,and,thanks to Cesky Drahy, we have seen more than we could ever have imagined. As much as we enjoy watching the games, football gives  an excuse to explore.

 

The Occasional Brilliant But Slightly Overweight Footballer

 

You would be forgiven for thinking that great footballers play in top leagues and ,of course,it would be silly of me  to say that the greatest Czech footballer I have ever seen is not Tomas Rosicky. However, while watching games all over the country, I occasionally watch a footballer that may have eaten a lot of klobasa, but stands out because, boy,can he play.

 

I am sure we have all observed a player like this; slightly rotund and,on occasions,barracked by the away fans (there aren’t many away fans in lower league Czech football), but only until he controls a high looping ball by stunning it dead. In addition to this,there are the passes, he can spray a ball left and right, hit a 50yrd pass right into the path of any of his forwards.He is simply worth the 40kc to get in on his own.

 

So, when people ask mewho is the best Czech footballer I have ever seen. “Have you ever heard of David Cupak or Lukas Matyska or even Honza Trtilek?” is usually my questionin turn. And naturally they respond with a shake of the head.

 

Take Lukas Matyska as one of the example, I am sure some fans would call him a bit lazy, he spends his time hogging the touchline, he definitely spent a bit of time recharging his energy by eating some of Bystrc’s finest klobasa, but give him the ball and he can play. He’s the Maradona of the lower leagues. He can shoot dribble, cross and he can definitely eat.

 

The Fans

 

Football is for the likes of everyone and so it should be. A local football club can connect people from all walks of life, and at Blansko at away grounds, we have met many good people and many eccentrics.  I was once told that the supporters who travel on the bus with the players are often only interested in the opportunity to do something different rather than watch a game of football.

 

However, these are the fans that are there atevery match.

 

Then there are the local eccentrics, whowill be recognised by nearly everyone at the game. Some might even know his name. We’ve got one at Blansko, who we have nicknamed “Angry man”. He comesin after half time (it’s free to get in), always carries the same plastic bag, always sits in the same place and then proceeds to berate the referee for the whole of the second half. He is either a former professional referee or is just infatuated with the man in the middle.

 

Every club has one. At Trebic we met a Hungarian lorry driver named Zoltan, who told us in a mixture of his native tongue, Czech and the only words of English he knew that he was a reformed alcoholic and insisted on taking us to the bar, mid-match, to prove it.

 

Although this is not so much about the eccentricity of supporters, but more about one trip, where I had gone to the bathroom at an away game, it might have been Bzenec only to come back to one of us surrounded by locals poking him. At the time I was the chief translator, so after a quick chat with the group stood around my friend, I found out that they just couldn’t believe they had a foreign supporter at their ground. Slivovice all round.

 

There are many of them and,of course,they are all welcome.  Football is really for everyone.

 

The Chants

 

The Blansko Klobasa were once described bya fellow blogger as a walking musical and we’d like to take that as compliment. We miss the originality of a song and a chant that often comes from an English, Welsh or Scottish football stadium. This is not criticism of Czech football fans;it’s just we hear the same chants up and down the country.

 

At Blansko, we have borrowed melodies from opera, musicals, rock bands – some are easy,some are complex. A lot of time there are spontaneous creations, but always in good humour. To give you an example, whenever a player goes down injured (which happens fairly often in Czech football) we sing “Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi.

 

“He’s down, he needs bad medicine/Sasa the physio is what he needs”. All good natured,unless the player is more seriously injured.

 

The locals often give us a bemused look when webellow away in English and,of course,we sing in Czech too-although our accents usually bring chuckles from the old guys around us.

 

Football chants are an integral part of the game, almost ritual, and have brought us closer to everyone at the club.

 

Visiting Football Grounds

 

When I was back living in the UK, catching a glimpse of floodlights of a football ground from a train, car or bus was one of my main loves. Czech football has them too. I could talk for hours about the lollipops at Hradec Kralove. However, I know I am digressing,as in lower leagues you very rarely see them, well apart from at Slavia Kromeriz.The only stadium with floodlights..well, where we have managed to see Blansko play.

 

What nonleague Czech football does have is great football stands.There’s a great thrill in taking in the uniqueness and architectural nuances of main stands up and down the country. I once spent most of the game studying the old wooden stand at Slovan Podebrady,and even now I am amazed at the beauty of Meteor Prague’s grandstand.If it’s not under UNESCO,it should be.  Then there’s the stand at MFK Breclav, which has been built on top of a roof. There are literally hundreds of eye poppingly beautiful non-league grounds that make the awayday experience culturally wonderful.

 

 

My personal favourite,though,is MFK Havirov’s Stadion Dukla-a ground covering all four sides of the football pitch is a rarity in the fourth tier of Czech football,and it’s a wonderful place to watch a football match on a Sunday morning.

 

Football Games and Results

 

Football matches at the top level is a results business,and,as I mentioned earlier,the entertainment is often replaced by a team holding out for a 1-0 away win by putting 10 men behind the ball.  Well, not in the football we watch.Amateur footballers play the game for the same reason we watch it – entertainment. Even if the team is losing 3-0 with 10 minutes to play, you can still see the effort and belief from the team.  Watching games that end 5-4, 3-2or 7-3 makes any trip worthwhile.   Even if it’s Blansko on the receiving end of the that thumping, we always know we’ve been entertained.

 

The Football Snack

 

Back home the traditional football snack is a pie; here in the Czech Republic it’s the klobasa. The familiar smell of onions from catering vans at UK football stadiumshas now been replaced with the aroma of grilled sausage. The people that work behind the grill take great pride in their food and a half-time beer and sausage is definitely a ritual of the Czech game.

 

On occasions you see a local speciality, like at HFK Olomouc, where smoked mackerel is the food of choice for local fans.  At Dosta Bystrc you often see the local ultras tasting homemade chutney and snacksat half-time.

 

Kojetin was the most interesting,where uponenquiring what kind of meat was on the barbecue, I was told “kocka, vole” by the toothless  “catering manager”. Of  course, we were later told that it was pork, but by that time our  appetite had gone.

 

Having sampled the local klobasa up and down the country, our favourite is a very spicy sausage at Breclav – washed down with a local beer, Kanec.

 

And there you have it. Reading this,I am sure you will think we are bit mad, but we will all tell you that it’s like falling in love with the game again.  When at the top level of the game in any country in the world you are just a customer or the seat number on your ticket; in thelower reaches of Czech football, you are anything but that – there’s a welcome for us all.

 

Give it a try.

 

 

And finally, the camaraderie of the Klobasa is what makes following a team so enjoyable . My brother once mentioned that the trips and the sheer fun that we have actually transcends the game in some ways. The friendship, humour and warmth we have received and given make groundhopping a great way to spend a Saturday or Sunday. Now when is Humpolec away?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Playing For The Love Of The Game

In May 2012, I took a tram up to Lisen for an afternoon of groundhopping. The game had caught my attention weeks in advance as it brought together two former Boby Brno players, Richard Dostalek and Milan Pacanda. The reason for the added interest was that in the staggering, cash-soaked grandeur of top flight football back home and I am pretty sure a lot of players have very little time for grassroots level football.

At this point, I should add that I have nothing against a footballer earning a tad more than me, seemingly having it easy and then retiring and falling into a career of either coaching or working in media. However, I used to love reading stories or seeing former professionals drop into non-league to play for peanuts, simply because they loved football. In fact, two of my heroes growing up, Robbie James and Alan Curtis, both played for clubs in the Welsh league. Well below the standard they were used to after careers at the very top.

Being a groundhopper here in Czech Republic, the opportunities to see former international footballers strutting their stuff at weekends is still very much a thing and here are a few playing just for the love of the game.

  1. David Rozenhal

After a career playing for the likes of Club Brugge, Paris Saint-Germain, Newcastle United and Lazio, David Rozenhal retired from the professional game at the end of last season to join his brother, Marek, at TJ Sokol Kožušany. The club are currently mid-table in the 7th tier of Czech football, playing in the Olomouc Region.

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2. Pavel Nedvěd

Pavel Nedvěd needs no introduction. One of Czech Republic’s greatest ever players , he won European Footballer of the year in 2003. Currently he is on the books of FK Skalná, who play 7th tier of Czech football in the Karlovy Vary Region. It’s unlikely Pavel will be able to make the regular commute from Turin to Czech Republic, but there might still be an opportunity to see him play for his village side.

International caps 91 caps 18 goals.

3. David Lafata.

One of the greatest strikers to play Czech football in the last 20 years, Lafata is still scoring regularly for his boyhood club in Olešník . The 37 year old played for a host of clubs and is best known for his goals at FK Jablonec and Sparta Prague.

He played 41 times for Czech Republic scoring 9 goals.. Unfortunately two of them were against Wales in Teplice in 2005.

4. David Jarolím

Son of former Czechoslovak international and current national team manager Karel Jarolim, I remember reading about David Jarolím’s talent when he was a youngster at Bayern Munich. He only managed one appearance for the German giants before playing almost 300 times for Hamburg in the Bundesliga and now captains 5th Tier Čechie Vykáň, where he plays with his brother Lukáš.

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5. Jan Rajnoch

A product of the Sparta Prague academy, Jan Rajnoch spent much of his time in Czech Republic and Turkey. After finishing his career with Sigma Olomouc in 2016 he signed for 4th tier Motorlet Prague.

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6 and 7. Vladimír Šmicer and Patrik Berger.

Both players started their careers at Slavia Prague and later played together for Liverpool. Berger and Smicer were part of the golden generation which took Czech Republic to the final of Euro 96. Smicer also won the Champions League with Liverpool in 2005. Steven Gerrard one said of Berger “he was the best left-footed striker of a ball I have ever seen”. They now sometimes run the midfield for Dolni Chabry in the 6th tier.

Smicer 80 caps 27 goals

Berger 42 caps 18 goals

8. Jiří Štajner

In my eyes Štajner is a like a character from Roy of the Rovers. As a teenager he was picked up by Slavia Prague, playing a handful of games for them before dropping down the leagues to play for Slavia Lounovice,. After scoring for fun (and drinking in equal measures) he was picked up 2nd league Banik Most where he caught the eye of Slovan Liberec.. It was at Slovan where he continued to develop helping his team to European success and a league title. Scoring goals wherever he has been, Štajner now plays for FK Jiskra Mšeno – Jablonec nad Nisou in the 4th tier.. and yes, he’s still scoring.

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9. Martin Jiránek

Another member of the successful Czech team at Euro 2004, Jiránek enjoyed a fairly successful career at home, Italy, Russia and a brief spell in England with Birmingham City where he won the League Cup in 2010. Afte further spells in Russia he finally hung up his professional boots with Dukla Prague. Now you can find captaining his first club, SC Olympia Radotín, in the 3rd tier.

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10. Richard Dostálek

Dostálek is probably my favourite ever Boby Brno footballer. When I first moved over here, he was a swashbuckling midfielder who took Brno back to near top of Czech football. After 6 years at the Luzanky he moved to Slavia Prague where he continued to impress for both club and country. Currently, when he’s not coaching Zbrojovka Brno’s stars of tomorrow, he’s playing 5th tier football for SK Bosonohy, a district of Brno.

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11. Petr Švancara.

Now, Petr Švancara is a bit of a legend round these parts. If it hadn’t been for his love for nocturnal activity, I am sure he would have made the step up from U21 football to the full national squad – Once the most expensive player in Czech football after moving from Brno to Slavia Prague, “Mercedes” was a wizard on the ball. He spent a successful season with our FK Blansko taking us up to the 3rd tier and can now be seen at 5th tier Tatran Bohunice with a few other ex-Blansko players.

No caps no goals.

There are probably many more ex-professional footballer playing amateur football here in Czech Republic, so feel free to mention them in the comments section below.

Thanks for reading the post.

Opa(va)tunity Knocks in Silesia

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17th November is a significant date in Czech history. 1989 spelt the end of 41 years of communism and the start of a new era in Czechoslovakia, as it was back then.

It’s also a state holiday and an opportunity for us to head north to Opava for some Friday afternoon football. We’d learned earlier in the week that the governing body for football in Moravia and Silesia had decided in their wisdom that Blansko’s season would end last Saturday, denying Craggy a final game of the season and the rest of us a chance to meet up with our pals at Slovan Rosice. However, a quick perusal of the fixture list brought up an intriguing game between SFC Opava and Hradec Králové. We also knew that there were a couple of breweries in town, so that was us sold.

Oh and before we forget, we should thank Czech Railways for providing us with free travel, thanks to their points system.

Trips like these require a bit of research and one of our students recommended the castle in Hradec nad Moravici, a 15 minute train journey from Opava. After missing out on the castle in Letovice on our last TBK day out, we were keen to make amends and even though we were on a tight schedule, we knew it would be possible.

7.00 am on a Friday morning, you would expect Brno train station to be fairly quiet… well, think again. The whole of Brno had decided to leave for the day and on our train too. We were not too sure where they were all going, but they had brought enough okurky to feed the entire Czech Republic.

First stop was a favourite train station of ours – Ostrava Svinov, the basis of deciding what makes a good train station is it’s pub and Svinov has two, so what’s not to like. A quick Radegast and we were on the train to Opava, a lovely town on the Czech/Polish border and the historical capital of Czech Silesia. During World War 2, it became an independent city and part of Nazi Germany. For some of the older generation, German is still their first language.

As mentioned above, we like to try and fit some culture and history into every trip, so upon arrival at Opava Východ we hailed a taxi and went to Hradec nad Moravici to see the castle, just to see it as from October to April all castles are closed here. Our Taxi driver raced through the country lanes, he must have felt the urgency of our trip or just wanted to be another Nigel Mansell. A friendly guy, he told us that he used to play football until he was seriously injured in a car crash. At this point we asked him to slow down a bit as with the current situation at FK Blansko, we may be asked to play this season.

At the castle, we were greeted by a bus load of Austrian tourists or given their age, they might have been from Opava. We explored the grounds, took some photos and walked down the hill into the town centre for a late-morning beer. The only place open was the “cultural house” which had been recently converted into a Chinese restaurant and we were the only paying customers. When our beers arrived we knew exactly why we were on our own… the house beer was Staropramen. Friends of the blog will know that we that we rate this beer as one of the worst in the country (possibly only Vyškov ranks lower).

Drinks paid for and to get an idea of our bearings I asked the waitress if she could point us in the direction of the train station, which surprisingly she didn’t know the answer to. It was a bizarre conversation and one which made us question her employment contract. Her Czech was poor and the impression we both had was living and working in Hradec nad Moravici was not her choice.

On the way to the train station we found a much more pleasant drinking den in Pivníce na Staré poště, where the beer was better and full of pub regulars enjoying a midday drink. Radegast 12s downed we continued to the train station where a single carriage train full of Opava fans took us back into town.

We followed the crowds of football fans along the Opava river to the stadium. It struck me as I was walking to the ground how much I miss the stream of scarf wearing supporters walking and talking on their way to the ground. When you follow a smaller team, you see just one of about 50 regulars and very rarely do we meet other supporters on our strolls to various football “arenas”. Oh, and I love floodlights and Opava have four beauties.

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Now, I am writing this in January, so the details of the game are hard to recall, but what I can tell you is the game was five goal thriller and definitely the best game we have seen for a while. Hradec took the lead twice and with 5 minutes remaining, the home team scored twice to take the three points. It was 90 minutes of scintillating football and an added bonus was the club were handing out free beer, well it was a bonus until we became aware that the free beer was in fact Gambrinus. We apologise for becoming pivo snobs, but there are a few breweries that are definitely a “no thanks” and two of them we’ve mentioned in today’s blog.

We followed the sea of yellow and blue back into the centre of Opava bidding them farewell on Pivovarská (Brewery Street) as we had one more item on our tick list before heading back to South Moravia, the microbrewery Nová Sladovna.

On my previous visit, some 11 years ago, the old brewery was still standing, however in 2007 the Ministry of Culture refused its application to become a listed building and it was knocked down and in its place a huge ugly modern shopping centre was built in 2010. The old Opava beer “Zlatovar” is still produced, not in the city, but miles away in Uhersky Brod.

Neither of us are fans of modern shopping centres, but this one was home to Nová Sladovna and with feeling a bit peckish and thirsty, we swallowed our pride and joined city shoppers and a handful of Opava football fans in the pub for a wonderful spicy guláš soup and an equally delightful local beer… you will pleased to read that we refrained from doing our weekly shop.

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Bellies now full, we made one final stop in the centre of the city for photo opportunities. In our humble opinion, Opava has more than enough to keep you occupied for a weekend should you ever find yourself in Silesia.

In the above paragraph, I did say the centre was our final stop, However, I have just reminded myself that we did go for one final beer in Stredoveka Krcma for a pint of the “local” Zlatovar. Both of us drawn to the pub by a man standing outside smoking and drinking wearing a pig’s head… like you do, maybe it’s the fashion in these parts. As he high-fived us on the way in I stopped myself from asking him why he didn’t go the whole hog… I fear it may have been lost in translation.

A great day.

Highlights:

Opava – it’s a lovely town.

The soup and beer at the brewery.

The match (best we’ve seen this season).

Hradec nad Moravici, a castle worth a a few hours of your time.

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A 2-0 defeat is “Hrad” to take in Břeclav

 

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As many may know the Klobasa likes a good walk, and with the summer coming to a close we thought we’d take the opportunity to get a good trek in before the rainy season begins. With Blansko travelling away to Breclav, Ralph suggested we could take a train to the village of Lednice and get a couple of beers and castles in before we wander through the forest to the game.

We set of from Hlavní nádraží (thankfully open again) early. Too early in fact to find an open bar upon our arrival in Lednice. Being quite a small place (approx 2000 people) we walked around it three times until one of the pub doors opened, and stepped inside with anticipation of beer and breakfast. U Volhy unfortunately, could only provide us with a liquid breakfast this time but we weren’t complaining. We followed up by buying some cheese biscuits and a couple of beers for the journey from the corner shop and we were off.

Castle number 1 was Lednice itself. Which sparked off some debate about what a castle actually is. In Czech Lednice is a ‘Zamek’ which translates to many as ‘castle’ but we are not convinced Lednice is a castle, more a chateau or, as Ralph threw in there, a stately home. Regardless, it is a dominating feature of the town and sits nicely for a photo or two in the picturesque gardens which encircle it. We didn’t go in. We had other things to do.

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We headed in to the woods and cracked open a beer and didn’t even have time to finish it before finding the next watering hole at castle number 2 – Januv Hrad (John’s Castle). And there you have it – ‘hrad’ translates as ‘castle’. I took this debate in to a lesson and no one could agree on a final outcome. Anyway, to us it looked more like a castle, if a bit small.

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Finishing up both a pint and our cans we headed deep in to the dark woods on our way to Breclav. The sky was overcast, threatening to open up above us – the forest dark and foreboding with winding paths in all directions. We were surrounded by trees, but we were brave and we strode on following the green (or is that blue to Ralph?) signposts and towards the next pub. We emerged from the forest behind us to the welcoming sight of the Breclav brewery. It was of course, not open to us, so we headed in the Zimni Stadion, listening to the thunder of hockey above us and ordered a schnitzel and potatoes – the only thing on the menu. The beer was bad enough not to finish – this is a rare occasion!

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Breclav also has a castle (zamek), and it’s er… shall we say, not the most beautiful. Never would we usually venture to be so negative, but really, it could do with a little TLC… or a bulldozer.

One thing we like perhaps more than a good walk, is an old pub with ‘atmosphere’ – and we certainly found one in Hospode na Rožku. We entered and ducked the darts being thrown over our head while stepping around the swinging regulars to take a place at the bar. We thrive on places like this, but are aware they are not everyone’s cup of tea. A good pint of beer though.

We got to the ground and put the flag up opposite one of the best stands in the game. The tall stand leaning against a house is becoming something of an attraction to lower league supporters of the game, and was indeed the most positive thing of the game – for us anyway. There were some promising performances from Blansko in the game but the lads just couldn’t find their feet against the better side in a 2 – 0 defeat of which there can’t be many complaints. It’s been a difficult start to the season, but one or two good performances should give the team some confidence – it just didn’t work here today. Our star striker Honza Trtilek came over at the end of the game to thank us… and offer us a 10% discount at Kaufland, for which we were grateful.

 

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On the way to the station we stopped in the Three Oranges and faced the unwelcoming atmosphere there for most likely our last time. One poor beer down and we jumped on the dining car for our last lager of the evening – taking us in to the beautiful sunset of  the Moravian autumn.

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