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A COUPLE OF STORIES


Path through Knin
So the train is going through Knin on the way to Belgrade, all quiet, you can't hear no one, we just waited for someone to attack us - and all of a sudden, everyone, young and old started trowing rocks at the train. Started hitting it, the cops got in and started to fight and bash everyone, and the idiot I was, I opened the window, so I can see whats happening better...and some guy hit me with a rock straight into my chin. They've spent 3 hours trying to bring me back to life. They didn't let me go to the toilet, because they didn't want me to freak out when I see my face. Even to this day, I have to grow a beard, because I still have a big scar there.

Red Star in Split
Red Star and Hajduk played in Split, their supporters where at Popaj and we started circling around. And then comes Jeti with his motor bike and he said that he'll go to check out the situation. After half an hour he comes back with the broken head. Covered in blood he said "Those mother fuckers hit me in the head with a brick!".
We started laughing, as we were drunk as fuck and Prnjak said "You drugged up spastic, who are you trying to fool, we all know that you feel of your motor bike". Jeti didn't want to go to the game with us, because we didn't believe him, he sat in a park and drank and kept on repeating "They hit a man in his own city with a brick, I'll fuck their bloody mother". No one believed him because he was known for his fallings of his bike. 10 years later one guy in Belgrade told me how in Split he hit someone with a brick near Popaj. He said that the same guy drove around and sang some songs, so they waited for him and hit him. If you are reading Jeti, here's my apology after 15 years.

One of Belgrades
I don't want to talk about how it was before the game, everything is known (at least in Split). We drank but it didn't feel that good, a couple of days before Drazen had an overdose, and died on the sector near Dzordana. That disturbed us, but still thought that we should go normally. Fuck it, that was the everyday picture of those times, and its sad and awful thing to say, but it was looked at as a normal thing. 
Anyway as we were going to Belgrade, as soon as the train came to Perkovic first fuck up, we had to wait 2 hours. So whats happening? They were clearing up the people that waited for us in Knin. So we passed through Knin and there was no one there. As the times passed, the atmosphere was getting better and better, and somewhere near Slavosnki Brod, the show started. Hit, break stuff, light on some flares and in Vinkovci they take us all off. But they let us go, after they took our names. After couple of hours the train for Belgrade comes and we went inside and inside there were 10 guys, and you can see it on them that they are ultras. Who are you? They said Torcida from Knin, so we started talking with them, everything was great, and someone asked if there is more of them so they said that they were gonna called them up. So they went to bring their friends, and no one took much notice of how long they were gone, until the train didn't take a hard left turn, and we could see in the second carriage up the front. On one of the windows in that carriage, someone pulled out Hajduk's flag and started tearing it down. At first we thought that someone bashed those guys that we've just meet, so we started running through the train to get there. But unfortunately they somehow tied up the doors with the scarves and there was no way that we can open it. Through the windows you could see those same idiots that talked to us earlier showing us middle fingers and singing Red Star songs. So I thought to myself, Sid is the next stop, we'll fuck your mums. I was wrong, as the train stopped, there was all this police around our carriage. You couldn't even look somewhere without seeing a cop. But down at the front, more Red Star supporters got in from Vojvodina. So we said, that we're gonna wait until Belgrade if we have to. And we did. The train station was empty, except for the police of course. And they didn't want to let us out until the Red Star supporters got out. The police was waiting for us near the stadium. We were angry as hell, we should have kicked their asses, but we knew that they were not let us go into the same train on the way back. It was only question if we will be the first one to go, or them. Thats when the pigs made the mistake, and placed us on the first train, they just wanted us out of the city, so that we don't make troubles in Belgrade. On the next station 20 of us got out, to wait for the next train. As the train arrived we got in and immediately sarted searching for them. We didn't want nothing to do with the group from Vojvodina, we had our eyes set for "our" boys. And when they got out, our way was clear. As it was late, and most of them were asleep. We slowly got into one carriage, they spread around in cabins in groups of 4. And at the same time, we all got in those cabins, and kicked the shit out of them, they just continued sleeping because they couldn't move.
The train didn't stop yet, but we already started getting off, I jumped off through the window, and ended up hurting myself pretty badly. After that we walked around Zagreb a bit, and went back to Split. We almost didn't make it for Olimpija next Sunday at Poljud. People say that we stank like shit. And why wouldn't we, for 7 days we made troubles, fought, drank and didn't go home, but we went back to drink we the rest of the group at pazaric and went to Poljud for Olimpija. The people ran from us. And when we were walking back from the stadium, the police started harassing Medo, Mijo and myself near Split's stadium, because they said that we sold 10 grams of pot to some kids. They took out my packet of smokes 160, and broke every cigarette in half to make sure...

By: Splico
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