the day after charlie left was the next game, and it was the first of two where we weren't allowed to have fans because of what happened at the last home game. to make matters even better, it was against the number 1 team in the league, so fans would have definitely been a plus. because we are family of the players, we have always been allowed to go watch regardless of the penalties against the fans, so stasa, nikola's wife maja ("maya") and i went to the game anyway.
we found our seats and were ready for the game, when this guycomes up to us and tells us that we can't stay. we tell him that we are the player's wives (a little white lie never hurt anyone), but he insists that we have to leave because we're not on the list. meanwhile, keep in mind that there are two cypriot women who came with another - "too good for everyone else" - player, (i say women because they were old as heck), who are still in their seats after having spoken to this guy. it's pretty much just the five of us in the section we're sitting in at this point.
cico starts to talk to the guy about how we are there with apoel and we have always been allowed to stay, but the guy says that they wont start the game until we've left. stasa tells him that we will leave when "everyone else does." she was intent on the fact that we were not going to leave if the other player had (another) advantage over everyone else with his prima donna treatment. the guy turns to the women and tells them in greek that they have to go... probably something along the lines of "these assholes are talking shit" (greeks love to swear). they leave, so we do too, and we decide to go to second cup and get coffee and ask them to put the game on the tv.
it ended up being a pretty nice time. i had just met maja when we got there because she only got to cyprus two days prior to the game, and it was a good time to get to know her a little. she is serbian, and her english isn't the best, but it is definitely understandable. because she knows she's not perfect with the language, though, she is very shy to speak it. with stasa there to speak serbian to, we didn't do much talking directly to each other, but it was alright because i wasn't exactly conversing with her in serbian, either, ya know?
at the end of the day, we lost the game (though we gave up a good fight), and we headed back to the gym to meet back up with the guys. when we pulled into the lot, we saw a bunch of people coming out of the gym who had obviously been there watching the game. we weren't exactly the happiest campers, as i'm sure you can imagine. come to find out, there was a "list" that we needed to be on (bullshit, i'm sure, since i know for a fact that the people we saw weren't connected in any way to the committee or to the camera crews).. note to selves, make sure we're on this make believe list for next time!
ya win some, ya loose some, eh?
xox k
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