So I’m starting this blog a little later than planned. I
hoped to be able to right up the past couple of days last night, but I was far
too tired after coming back from Zilina, and headed straight for bed. Also, I
stupidly forgot that my netbook doesn’t have a memory card slot, so I won’t be
able to add pictures to the blog, which sucks. Might go have a look round to
see if I can get a usb card reader in the Tesco not too far from my hostel.
Bratislava isn’t the most welcoming of cities it has to be
said. Standing in a bus shelter that reeks of piss, getting accosted by Roma
trying to sell the Slovakian version of the Big Issue, and seeing a rat almost
as big as a cat scurry past my feet while waiting for the bus from the train
station to the hostel. Still, I wouldn’t change any of how the last couple of
days have gone.
Outside the Trencin ice rink |
After a rotten night’s sleep, in part due to the being right
next to the window where the trams start at 5am, I managed to get out at around
7 and make it to Bratislava Hlavna Stanica, where I headed out east, going an hour
down the mainline to the city of Trencin. The main reason of my visit was to
head down to the ice rink, recently renamed after the cities adopted hero,
Pavol Demitra, who perished in the Lokomotiv Yaroslavl tragedy a year ago
yesterday. It was a shame that when I got to the rink, at around 11am, there
were very few people outside, but I lit a candle in front of an old game used
stick by Demitra which acts as a shrine to his memory. Demitra wasn’t born in
Trencin, but he played for the team many a time, and his birthplace was only
20km down the road in Dubnica nad Vahom.
I trudged back towards the centre of Trencin, a city I hadn’t
visited before, and was relatively impressed with what I saw. There’s a castle
carved into the cliffside which is very similar to the one at Lake Bled, and it’s
the only thing which rivals the gaudy floodlights from the football teams
stadium in terms of height. After walking up and down the main square and
winding through the narrow cobblestone streets, I decided to walk up to the
castle, which was short but extremely steep. I followed the tour around for a
bit, but it was mainly weapons on show, although the view from the balcony at
the top of the tower was marvellous. Hills on one side, new apartment blocks on
another, and then you could see the river and the old town from the other two.
It was about 1pm by the time I headed down from the castle,
after stopping to read in the sun for a brief period. I went down into town,
desperately finding a place which would serve strapacky. In the end I made do
with a chicken in a spicy sauce, which surprisingly the Czechs and Slovaks seem
to do quite well. That and a beer (Pilsner-Urquell, even) for €3.20? Can’t say fairer than that.
Trencin: Understated yet underrated. |
EPL fans, WARNING. Be prepared for a large amount of praise
directed at former Guildford Flames netminder, Miroslav Hala. The veteran
shot-stopper was starting for Dukla Trencin last night, and I must say did
mightily well. Far better than Marek Laco in the Zilina net that’s for sure. As
I sat shivering in my seat, after being accustomed to the twenty-five degree
temperatures outside, the game finally got underway, with barely a couple of
hundred people in the stands. Although, that’s understandable considering they
started the game at 5pm on a Friday. I was still amused by the brilliant
Czechoslovak tradition of rock, paper, scissors to see who has to carry the
puck bag back. Trencin had a good fourteen players competing this time round.
Trencin took a very competitive game 2:1 |
Jon Rowson’s white glove watch: This is going to be a common
theme of this blog. Only the finest ice
hockey players wear white gloves, with the finest being former Nottingham
Panthers and Newcastle Vipers forward Marek Ivan. The winner from this game was
an as yet unnamed #71 for Zilina. Unfortunately it wasn’t his night, as he was
held off the scoresheet and took a slapshot to the nether regions. As a result,
he can only receive 4 Marek Ivan’s out of 10.
The game came to life a bit in the third period, as Zilina
finally beat Hala. The former Flames goalie had been in fine form, making a
number of great desperation saves. He also tried the Dominik Hasek move when
Miro Lazo had a breakaway. Hala got called for tripping, but it was a vital
intervention. The goal came from Zilina captain Igor Rufus, who blasted one
from the point. However, it wasn’t to be Zilina’s night, as Dukla would get the
winner with three minutes to go. Peter Sisovsky did remarkably well as he burst
with speed across the front of goal. He was hauled down, but managed to get a
shot away while on his knees which trickled in. He turned to celebrate but
forgot that momentum existed, and then faceplanted into the boards, leaving him
looking very red faced as he skated back to the bench. There was a post-game
shootout which was a bit of a non-event, but all in all it was a very enjoyable
game. The Extraliga has gone down in quality over recent years, but it was
clear that there is still some skill and some depth to the league.
Quick notes from the game:
So with the first game in the books, it was back to the train station, with a stop off at Lidl to buy blackcurrant juice and biscuits before a 45 minute wait for the last train back to Bratislava. Two hours later, and I’m at the piss stenched bus stop just desperate for bed.
- When chanted, Dukla sounds an awful lot like kurva.
- There are some strange, strange people at Slovakian hockey rinks.
- Bringing a white fluffy dog in a handbag to a hockey game is simply wrong. Although it did start barking manically when the Dukla fans showed up.
- Just whatever happened to Miro Lazo? I can remember the days when he was simply unplayable in a Slovan jersey. He was awful out there.
- Miro Hala still has the same dirty white pads that he had when he was over here.
So with the first game in the books, it was back to the train station, with a stop off at Lidl to buy blackcurrant juice and biscuits before a 45 minute wait for the last train back to Bratislava. Two hours later, and I’m at the piss stenched bus stop just desperate for bed.
Thank goodness I was knackered, as it meant that I caught up
from all the sleep I missed last night.
It’s a second free game in a row tonight, as I’m headed to the Slovnaft Arena for Slovan Bratislava vs Dinamo Riga. This time instead of sitting on plastic, I’ll be in the VIP area. Can’t complain can I?
It’s a second free game in a row tonight, as I’m headed to the Slovnaft Arena for Slovan Bratislava vs Dinamo Riga. This time instead of sitting on plastic, I’ll be in the VIP area. Can’t complain can I?
That’s all for now, dovidenia.
J.
J.
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