Postby 1914 » Sat Dec 09, 2017 12:20 pm
Treci deo
"Friendship".
Probably the most difficult task for me was to assemble the composition, going into the narrow framework of the established "dresscoat". Having compiled a list of tied warriors, whose participation hypothetically gave us at least some chances to win, I had about ten personal meetings, but I was able to get only a few positive answers. As part of Jugend at that time there were four people who had RBW shirts and with the consent of Union could replenish our lineup. But in fact it was not so simple: two were seriously broken in the first glade, and the possibility of the participation of the other two by mutual consent was not considered.
In order not to wash the "underwear" in public, I will say so, the first month "broken", they said, could not take part for health reasons, and when the meeting was moved for another month, they simply refused to participate in the fight, indicating the reasons that we considered an excuse. It turned out an interesting situation: in the first fight, which in fact was Union VS Jugend, from RBW participated eight people, almost half of those who were supposed to participate in the second fight. But when our turn came, Jugend, who loved to emphasize our "brotherly relations", was hampered by two people, and apart from personal assistance in the form of a free sports hall (thanks to S-tu!), They did not help! The situation can be treated differently, but in fact it was a halid kid, the cause of which was the "witch hunt" for cowardly defeat, and not the desire for re-arming.
Another example of "friendly" relations. With the assistance of my colleagues in the shop, I managed to get on a fighter from Yaroslavka, which, he said, had long been disappointed by his current leadership, and was not going to tie it up today or tomorrow. I knew this man well, and I was sincerely glad to see him in our team. At our first and only meeting with him, in the presence of two general comrades, I offered him a place in the composition, explaining that, under the conditions of the "dresscoat", he could not be related to another team. In total, this meant that he would have to surrender his team shirt, thereby confirming the exit from Yaroslavl and go to RBW. He agreed, saying that he would give up his jersey in the near future. But as it turned out later, he did not hurry to surrender, and only a few days before the fight, when I put him in an ultimatum form before his choice, or he does what he promised, or we forget about our conversation, he, he said, with the authorities and expressed his intentions.
Only a few weeks after the fight, I was faced with the fact that in fact the T-shirt was not handed over, plus he had an agreement that he would be covered, in case I would be interested. To my great regret, I have to admit that in this story I remain pizdabolom before Union, because I gave them my word that everything will be consistent with the arrangements.
Day X.
The day before the fight, I gathered everyone in the hall. Probably it was like, on the conversation of the coach with the team in the locker room, before the most important game of the season. The fear of the unknown is what binds you, not allowing you to believe in yourself. The meaning of this meeting was that people should go to bed with the idea that tomorrow there will not be anything they are not ready for. Everything that we have to go through, we've already gone through countless times in training, and the quickest way to end our anguish lies, or rather, will be on the other side of the field.
After the conversation, I sent everyone home, but me, and my technical team, had a few more hours to work on preparing tomorrow's "triumph of the will." I got home by midnight. There were too many thoughts in my head to just fall asleep, and several hours of turning from side to side were waiting for me.
I woke up completely empty. I do not know what was the reason, maybe because of bad sleep, or simply could not stand the emotional stress of the last days. I was sitting at the table, and I was staring at one point thinking about what was to come. I did not feel fear and did not torment myself with inner feelings, everything was indifferent to me. And it frankly strained me, not for myself, but for the responsibility that lay on me that day. I could not afford to appear before the guys in such a "disassembled state", because my inner mood would be automatically transferred to them. But despite careful attempts to feel like Alexander Matrosov, nothing really came out.
Already approaching the gathering site, I called M-li, who was supposed to be present at the glade as a "watcher". The tube was picked up by his wife and said that he had already left, and left the phone at home. She asked about my mood for a fight (as she knew)), wished good luck and asked for revenge for her husband. Of course, I could not tell her that I do not have any mood, and I do not even know how I will set people up. Instead, I assured her that today we will lay on the field with bones, but the victory will be ours. I do not know what happened after this conversation, but something clicked in me. The symbol of this fight, I saw revenge for repeatedly beaten M-li, who was not only the leader of Yaroslavka, but also a member of RBW.
In addition, another motivation surfaced in my head, but this time personal. To my deep regret, today's Yaroslavka extremely remotely resembles the one that it was with me. At that time there was friendship, mutual assistance and readiness to stand up to the end not for oneself, but for the sake of those who stood side by side. It was thanks to these qualities that we won where it seemed impossible. At present, all this is missing and the only thing Yaroslavka stands out against the general background of the brigades is the abundance of regional collectives in its composition. For me it was a good opportunity to show what a real Yaroslavka is.
Arriving at the gathering site and seeing the mood of the audience, I exhaled. There and without my help everything was in order. Unlike what I saw before the previous fight, there were people who were confident of victory. For the sake of justice, it must be said that there were those who felt insecure, but most were in anticipation of the "dessert".
Given the number of participants, I did not become muddled with tactics, making the battle formation in line, with a common goal not to ease the onslaught. It was for this purpose that our emphasis was on endurance. On the other hand, it was not the first time using the military talent of the great commander Alexander Suvorov, who said that every soldier should know his maneuver, I explained to everyone his personal task.
After receiving a call from Union that they are ready, we got into combat formation and I fixed the mood with a small speech, after which it seemed to me, the most difficult was to wait for the fight to begin. Coming to the field and taking the battle formation, there was a moment that, it seems to me, determined the winner. Both sides for a second hesitated, as if waiting for the actions of the opponent, and then I yelled: "Why are we standing, there they are, already gone !!!", and the two sides, almost simultaneously, ran to meet each other.
My plan was played, Union obviously did not expect a protracted fight and put it out in the first two or three minutes, began to give it away frankly. We, having withstood the onslaught, albeit with losses, began to slowly incline the scales in our direction. At the fifth minute the fight was stopped by the decision of the opposite side.
In a bitter fight, where two characters met, two bars, two "stories", we won an important victory for all of us. Personally for me, its importance was and is not that we defeated one of, or the strongest collective of Russia, because for us it was not a fight for the first place. With this victory we have shown that by persistent work, training at the limit of one's possibilities, and believing in oneself, one can win even where it seems impossible. Yes, my colleagues will forgive me for the new shop, but it was the fight of Union with that Yaroslavka, which no longer exists, and I think there will be no more