Swiss: Who stood in a row on Langos, did not see the solo that Messi showed

Spectators stuck to the fence. Like in the zoo when it is going to feed the beast. As soon as Švajdochlík processed the ball, the bristle opponent ran after him. But the boy was ready. He was born ready.

The opponent elegantly « sent to the buffet » by the Dutch turn. Johan Cruyff Himself, the handle, reached him from the equation.

Valdemar exceeded half by another touch. Immediately gained speed; It looked as if he had put on a babet.

On a broken pitch in the good world he had the ball under perfect control, from the opponent’s goal was divided by the last two defenders. Fabián Veselý and Mikuláš shackling during the home pressure assured the situation at the back. They could not have guessed what the noise they would get in a few seconds.

Švajdo headed straight at the first of them. He hinted the movement to the right, left and right. Lied to the body at full speed. The fluffy Fabian stunted on his own feet as a confused roe deer. Švajdochlík enjoyed it at the end of the textbook La Croquetta and bypassed him as a harmless cone.

Only Miky Shatnúch, a prudent 33-year-old hitchhiker, who had more than 250 league starts, could stop the escaping young man. It seemed that this duel would be the baptism of fire. But for which one?

Made him like a little boy

I regret everyone who stood in line on Silvi’s famous garlic langos. These unfortunates missed great things. Specifically, how the 15-year-old boy from Lazov gained respect for the league. Switzerland did it in a single action and literally while you wait.

He copied the movement of his opponent. He ran turning to his own goal, checking Švajdochlík with his gaze and trying to read his thoughts.

First of all, Nicholas did not want to end up tangled into his own limbs as his teammate, but at the same time longed for the ovations of the stands that would follow if he stopped this action. It was fascinating. It was two beasts who were going to kill the savannah.

You believed Switzerland, you felt it at the hundreds of hunts. He took advantage of his speed and tactical advantage of the attacking player who controls the ball and does not have to. When he was just in front of the lime, you threw it elegantly and lightly on his right hand.

Miky responded a hundredth later. It was really just a moment, but it was enough for the boy to open the shooting angle. Switzerho raised his head to check the goalkeeper – and went to the correction.

He looked quite calm. It was obvious that he was born for such situations; That it is his natural environment in which it will dominate for years, create experiences and bring fun. Immediately I knew that Switzerland was inherently sentenced to success.

Miky wanted to correct his hundredth of hesitation. He was swimming in the crawl with his hands in Luft and threw himself under his feet to prevent the goal. He did everything he could to get to the shooting trajectory in the slide.

Do not ask me how, but Swiss has already counted on all this in advance. He braked his correction and stuck the ball on the left.

Miky slid a good meter on his ass. His expression penetrated the dismay that he was a little boy as a « little boy ». He wasn’t the first or the last. The victims that requested Vald’s dribling have only increased.

They also applauded the home

The indicated shot was also taken aback by the goalkeeper. Sveťo Kratochvíl went into the intervention with his hands stretched out, but he threw himself empty. He then watched from the ground how completely unnecessary it was.

He escorted the ball into the empty gate with a sad look, nodded in puzzlingly and hid his face in his gloves. Equipped. It all happened as in an accelerated film, at least twice as fast as these experienced guys were normally accustomed.

They fully and helplessly felt the Swiss, Valdemar Masterclass. They have become ordinary statistics.

Like the viewer, Kratochvíl, Shatnuch, Veselny, Zlalohlálávek and other guys of Lokomotiva were transformed, the same could be said of the players from Vyšné Šajb, who looked from the distance of their own half. choreography.

Some home fans also applauded. Although a little embarrassed, but applauded. In short, Švajda’s action was also able to overshadow the club membership.

It was a solo what a few years before he showed a kind of Maradon in front of the world. And the next few years a kind of mess.

I was lucky to have seen these individual moments of genius and could compare them to each other. I can only say one thing: the Swiss solo in the good world was the best of them.

If someone wants to object, he is unlucky. There is no repeater of this. I saw him exactly once, right on the spot, and I will never see him again what he doesn’t mind. I am glad that that is the case. There’s something romantic.

In the home camp, it was already half -time because of Valda. Captain Zlatohlávek, a festive performance for his horrific performance. « I have a pod, how can you give you a hentacle soplák in ten minutes twice crèche, dop*or? » The teammate was sinned by the leader of the locomotive when it went to the dressing room after the first half.

But shortly after the break, he also received a crib from the young Šajbian star. And that was a strong coffee for his ego.

Yellow for unsportsmanlike behavior

Igor Zlatohlávek immediately after this football mockery, Swiss caught up and sanded him from behind his ankle with a slide; The ball was stolen.

Komotny Bajuz even put himself in the pilus. I didn’t see it yellow faster, although from my point of view it was more orange. If someone from the guests had led such a scythe, I think he would go out immediately.

What really impressed me was his reaction. And it was not only true then, but actually his entire career. He did not stay on the ground a second longer than he would have to.

No sample, screams, or curling into a jug with one hand on the whistle and the other erected above himself, which would call an ambulance. He did only one necessary loan. Then he jumped to his feet so that he – please let him go with blood in his eyes straight into the goldsmith.

The comparison of both players was comical. Next to Igor, Valdemar looked like a bottle of raspberry laid at the barrel of beer.

Almost two -meter Zlatohlávek was one of the largest hulls of the league with his steel arms and could go to take a recruitment poster to the army. While Švajjda has not yet grown puberty fluff and his j jersey hs on it. He was a boy who wandered into the male world.

Nevertheless, he jumped into the home captain, without fear. He wrapped him insolently into his chest, which he had at his eyes. After one step back, the Goldeno -shaped was a surprise and went to Valdermar with the words, « What have you just done? »

Switzerland’s reaction? He stuck the one -day – please.

Fortunately for Zlatohlávka, but also for Valdemar, there were already players of both teams nearby. They stopped further escalation.

What would happen if we can only speculate about it, and in the pub Hroch there was also passionately speculated. Most of them agreed that Igor Zlalohlávevek was in the crib and two shots in a state in which he was able to separate his heads from the body.

The whole finish ended with only one yellow card, for the young midfielder of the cooperative. He got her for unsportsmanlike behavior. From this title, they were in his career more than seventy -six. That Valdemar Švajdochlík defined just like his spectacular handles and goals from another world.

An offside that wasn’t

In the good world, Vyšné Šajba won 3: 1. Švajdo passed the second goal to Samuel Duša, a coach’s nephew, who, like a lone hippo, attacked the opponent for 90 minutes.

It was the type of attacker who runs a half marathon in the match, but he needs at least ten chances for a goal. In this case, it was incomprehensibly fell from the first. He got a famous pass from Valdemara into the raid and just closed his eyes in front of the goalkeeper.

Švajdo scored the third goal alone. It was some flowing shot from a opaque scrum, which barely rolled beyond the line. There can be no every hit like a chart.

Valdemar could also give a hetrik. Just before the end, he got the ball into the net after an exclusive volley, but the sidewalks that was not an offside that was not.

The assistant lifted the stop distracting, certainly under the pressure of the sharpened home viewing, which raged behind his back. He waved the offside for his own safety. In a second the decision regretted it, but there was nothing to do with it.

The line referee was me.

Valdemar took me after the match – when he came off the field – pierced the murderous look. And you have disappeared in my direction so that it was quite clear to me that he is spitting in my direction. There was our lifelong friendship.