Once I worked for a short time in a small pension, or a sanatorium, or a holiday home outside the city, which at the time of the Soviet Union belonged to a large and wealthy factory, and in the 90s I went on an independent sailing as if a hotel for long-distance fighters, or a weekend bordel for those who caught luck for the tail.
Once our boarding house subscribed to the two-week "customs" of the Academy of Football from the regional center. Neoplan brought a couple of dozens of boys, aged somewhere from 10 to 15 years. The first thing that surprised me was a few moms who followed their children and wore a smooth soccer shirt on their shoulders and in a lightning blanket.
Further observations confirmed the first impression. The boys behaved arrogantly and carelessly, the waitress in the dining room called carelessly "E!"Al she was suitable for them by age if not for grandmothers, then at least for mother. During all the time they lived in our guesthouse, I did not see them either tired, but even sweaty.
The apogee of their "gathering" became a party in the room - whether someone's birthday, or some kind of sporting event - after which the future pride of domestic football was covered by a mass struggle. Immediately the mommies on the expensive cars and began to threaten us with all the penalties - and the supervision, and the prosecutor's office, and everything that was possible, promised to fine us, to close, to plant and generally wipe in the dust. And we showed them the recordings from the video camera, where the baby is dragging through the lobby bags with beer and energy, some snack, someone carried a cake healthy, and as they then ran after, a good store nearby. A bag of garbage from their room, with bottles, hugs and a box of cake, the senior administrator ordered the maidens to take it to the director’s office and lock it in the lock. Mothers are silent.
Those people can only win from people like themselves. They go to football not to overcome, to overcome and to win, not to win against everything, like the USSR team in Seoul in 1988. They go to football for the star way of life. For millions of contracts, for parties, clubs, resorts and restaurants, for expensive bowl and long-legged models.