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LJUBLJANA 1987


....Here is another story in which I would like to say about our trip to Ljubljana. It wasn't perfect, but it is objective...Sometimes in this our ultras Worlds not all was perfect and some ugly things happened, but the truth is the truth and it always must be shown, anyway, objective opinion is something that I really admire in true ultras, by that I mean that he admits some details when he "got bashed" or about fights between members of the same group and other things...
Trip to Ljubljana, year 1987, and here I'll tell you about the conflict between the members of our own group, which concluded very well, mostly about the conduct of some people that are now maybe far away from the supporting and travelling to away games. But they've left a scar in graved deep inside and I really admire them for that. Anyway, during those years, one of the toughest guys supporting wise was Sogun (That scary looking guy that now works at Hajduk's souvenir shop at Poljud stadium and today he's far away from even being interested in ultras World, while still helps in some things when we need somethings)... He at that times even led the chant, he would be on a pole, would go to all away games and so on...But that is not the most important thing here, I just need an introduction so some things would be easier to understand later on (he was also the main organizer for the majority of trips for the games in Bosnia)...most of the group, supporting active, at the time was meeting up on Matejuska, the park down there was active, and on the seats of St.Frane you could have seen everything what in this city supporting wise was valuable (it is the truth that the group use to be in suburbs too, Sucidar around the shops was the toughest, Siromasna was strong, Brda were also strong, while they were at the times still in the third place), but in Matejuska, everyone from every suburbs use to come, all the information were brought up there, we would organize everything from there, away games, pyrotechnics and stuff. At the top of Matejuska up the stairs there was a cafe bar called "Marjan", and Bonacic was the owner of it, and we all use to go there, we would have a kind of a notice board, where we would put on any information, and someone would add somethings the next day, and so on. On meetings sometimes up to 200 people would show up, depending on the importance of the game itself. It was kind of illegal, because the cops wanted to obtain that notice boards material so that they would know our next move, and then they could kick us out of the trains that we were in, with the bullshit like 'they don't have a ticket', but they could never get it... For that Ljubljana in the group there was Sogun, deceased Leska, Bosna and myself, and we were at good terms with the group of younger supporters, who were crazy and were known for their pyrotechnics, which at that certain time was hard to find, so they were then: Zan, Kompi, Combe, Zile, Tipura, Zare, Gogi (ha ha , now he has 3 children), Tuso, Baturina, deceased Stipa and so on, were younger supporters with who we'd drink together, go to away games together and would do other ultras things... We went to Ljubljana with the night train and there were jokes as usual. Normally Ljubljana wasn't considered a tough or intense away game, it was more of a excursion and the group was always relaxed because of that. In the city, we would scream, yell out, sing, chase down girls, we were like an attraction in a fairly peaceful place. And so someone heard that in Ljubljana, there is this group of "Nazi skinheads" that want to fight with us. And in Ljubljana there is no better place to patrol who's passing by than Titova St., one long street that is in the center of the city and leads up to the stadium. And there was this pizza shop with the tables and chairs outside, so we all went there. The younger group that I named earlier were sitting at the table next to ours, and we were all drinking. At that time I saw Bosna as I've never seen him before, I've never seen him that pissed off even up to now. Jablan comes up from somewhere and started to ask Combe-a (a guy in the younger group) to give him some money, like he is going to bash him if he doesn't give him the money and stuff like that. Combe stood strong, and said something like "I don't have any". We didn't pay much attention to it, until Jablan didn't start to posse violent tendencies towards this kid. Jablan was in the same generation as Bosna, they were even neighbors in Kman suburb. Bosna jumps off his seat, the tables falls down like a house of cards, and punched Jablan in the head, and Jablan falls down on the floor, and Bosna started to kick him even more then (Bosna use to always go to away games with this special boots, like a cowboy boots, the one that are pointy and stuff, everyone knew him for that). He bashed him with his boots, started screaming, he was so angry , you could have seen foam coming from his mouth, and Jablan, lying on the floor didn't show any signs of life. I jumped and took Bosna with both of my hands and said "That is enough, you'll kill him", and Bosna couldn't be stopped, he just throwed me. Sogun and Leska jumped in to help me stop him, and somehow stop him, and now the whole atmosphere was echoing the fight that just happened, so we even forgot that we were there on a lookout for those Nazi Skinheads from Ljubljana. After this incident that thing with those skins (those were the first nazi skins on the surface of ex-Yugoslavia) looked like a comedy sketch. So for real some hairless guys started to appear in bomber jackets and a dumb scene (on the other side of the street there was the army base JNA, separated from the street only by some small iron fence)... so they started forming on the other side of the street, they were lost, didn't know how to approach us. They started singing something and yelling out something, we were still at the same place. So they started to fight with the air like they wanted to show us that they are violent or something, so we all just stood up, they started panicking, they couldn't go anywhere, behind them was the army base, and in front of them there was Torcida, so they sarted jumping over the fence to hide in the army base, and that was all so funny, we just stood up... The soldier there said "Stand there, don't move", and takes down his gun "I'll shot!", and we started laughing, I've never laughed that hard at an away game...The police came, and the army re-grouped, they blocked the whole street. Later on, during the game and on the way home, we'd remembered that thing every now and then and would just start laughing at the bonehead's expense.

By: MejeSplit
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