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BANNE JE GLUPA PINKOVSKA SELJACINA KOJU TREBA IZBACITI SA FORUMA POD HITNO!!! KIZO BANUJ OVU BUDALU

I meni je plavi najlepsi Kizo znas za nas dogovor....

ima materijala ceka se kiza ali je iz opravdanih razloga odsutan :ruke

Moras postovati razliku u misljenju ali i u vaspitanju...

gorane zaboravio si da dodas i dok nije bilo dzaje zar tada nije bilo zvezde?

Ako zelimo da nas klub opstane na evropskom nivou moramo pogledati, prekopirati i primeniti  sistem i organizaciju uspesnih klubova...Ne treba da izmisljamo rupe na saksiji samo treba da primenimo njihova dobra i izbegnemo losa iskustva...
U njihovim upravnim odborima ne sede ljudi vec brojevi racuna...
Oni vole nasu Zvezdu i spremni su da svoj visak sa nama potrose i btw u svetu se uvek zna koliko se ko otvara...
Neko je pomenuo Abramovica, zna se tacno koliko je on ulozio u Celzi, voleo bih da mi neko kaze ne samo meni vec i zvanicno koliko je ko od sponzora ulozio ove sezone (i tako svake sezone)...
Pa nek sedi i taj rex kafa ali da se zna koliko je para ulozio i na osnovu kolicine novca da ima srazmerno kolicinu moci u odlucivanju...
Naravno da se ne treba odreci Dzaje i sedih glava, naravno onih koji su zasluzni,  za njih postoji funkcija savetnika ili pocasnih predsednika...
I zasto Sos kanal ne placa zakup i struju i ostale komunalije koje potrose nego sve pada na trosak Zvezde, cime nas je to Dragisa zaduzio...

pa Bajaga

Srecan rodjendan...
sve najbolje...

Football, blood and war

They took their cue from the English - and became Europe's most feared hooligans. With their close links to Arkan and his murderous paramilitaries, Serbian football fans are the only supporters whose hatred sparked a bloody national conflict. Now their country has been paired with Bosnia in the World Cup. Dave Fowler meets the gang leaders in Belgrade as they prepare for another violent campaign

Sunday January 18, 2004
The Observer

Whenever Red Star Belgrade meet their local city rivals Partizan, the atmosphere is rancid with hatred and aggression. Their rivalry is as fierce and embedded as any in world football. But on the afternoon of 22 March 1992, when Partizan visited Red Star's 60,000 all-seater 'Maracana' stadium for a routine league match, something strange happened. Before the game, as the fans began making their way to the stadium from across the city, there had been sporadic outbreaks of fighting and violence. Inside the stadium, once the game had started, the Red Star 'ultras', massed in the north stand, began taunting the supporters of Partizan, denouncing them as 'faggots, Turks, Muslims, blacks, communists'. There was nothing unusual about any of this and no doubt the hooligan gangs of both clubs were eager for more trouble after the game.
Then, abruptly, the chanting stopped. The crowd watched as a group of Serbian paramilitaries (the self-styled 'Tigers'), dressed in full uniform, took up positions in the north stand. There were about 20 of them and, one by one, they held aloft road signs: '20 miles to Vukovar'; '10 miles to Vukovar'; 'Welcome to Vukovar'. More road signs were brandished, each one bearing the name of a Croatian town that had fallen to the Serbian army. From high up in the stand, Arkan, the notorious commander-in-chief of the Tigers and director of the Red Star supporters' association, emerged to receive the delighted applause of supporters who were no longer fractious but united in hatred of a common enemy - the Croats. The match continued, but what took place had less to do with sport than with ardent nationalism and with what it meant to be a football supporter in a country at war.

As Serbia moves uneasily towards a kind of western-style democracy, the Belgrade derby of 22 March 1992 is remembered now as a celebration of Serbian hooligan power and of a time when Serbian hooligan gangs seized control of football and of the criminal underworld, as well as committing some of the worst atrocities during the wars of secession in former Yugoslavia. It was a time when the Serbs of Belgrade became, unequivocally, the most powerful football hooligans in history.

'Looking back today at that particular match, it is ironic that the result never mattered,' says Igor Todorovic, a Serbian football commentator and contributor to the fanzines Daj Gol (Goal), Mi Smo Grobari (We Are Partizan) and Kop. 'I was there that day and it was remarkable when the supporters of the two teams, who hate each other so passionately, cheered together in unison. They had never done so before and I don't think they have since. The game finished goalless, which was hardly surprising. The players could barely concentrate; most of the Red Star players were watching what Arkan was doing in his box, not what the opposition were doing in theirs. We were united by nationalism and hatred of the Croats. There was an amazing sense of power within the ground, as if football supporters were changing the world. And in a sense they were, even if the situation was never to be repeated, even during the Kosovo conflict.'

Today, the hooligans of Belgrade may not be as powerful as they were during the Balkan wars, but they remain among the most violent and racist in world football. I have been to games in Belgrade where the violence between supporters was worse than anything I have witnessed in England, or indeed anywhere outside the former Eastern bloc. The violence is not restricted to football: Partizan and Red Star have affiliated clubs in other sports, such as basketball and handball, which are infected by hooliganism. Sometimes rival fans unite to disrupt public events, as they did when they smashed up Serbia's one and only attempt at a gay pride festival in 2001.

On 29 May 2003, I attended the Serbian cup final between Red Star Belgrade and Sartid of Smederevo, a small industrial town 20 miles south of the capital. The game was played in Belgrade at the Partizan Stadium. This should have been as unthreatening as a match between, say, Manchester United and Brighton & Hove Albion, which meant that I was not expecting any trouble. I was naive. Inside the stadium as many as 7,000 hard-core ultras from Red Star's north stand were massed together, chanting in unison. Theirs were catchy little numbers: 'We hope you die like all those Italians at Heysel'; 'You're going to get your xxxxing head stamped on like a Kosovan'.

At the other end of the stadium, a group of about 400 bewildered Sartid fans banged their drums. The game was dull, but ended disastrously for Red Star when Sartid scored a golden goal to win the cup in extra time. Hundreds of riot police and others on horseback responded to the agitation of the Red Star supporters by moving quickly to prevent them invading the pitch. But several hundred ultras escaped to attack the Sartid supporters; meanwhile, others were outside destroying the team bus of their own defeated team. Soon I found myself surrounded by Red Star supporters, dressed in red and white, who were pouring petrol on to plastic seats and setting them alight. Many were carrying knives and iron bars. The sense of violence about to erupt was intense.

The ultras of Red Star - the Delije or heroes - are the most feared, organised and uncompromising of the Serbian hooligan gangs. One of the founders of the Delije is a thin, silver-haired maths teacher called Zoran Timic. To meet him is to meet the antithesis of the stereotypical beer-bloated, shaven-headed English hooligan. He is pensive, quietly spoken and slight. When we go to a bar he mocks my English taste for beer and orders himself an iced cappuccino. Yet it is his role at games to 'choreograph the crowd', which, as he told me when I visited him at the official offices of the Delije at the stadium, he does enthusiastically with the aid of a megaphone. That the Delije have their own official offices is, in relative British terms, a bit like Roman Abramovich opening an office at Stamford Bridge for the Chelsea Headhunters. But then Chelsea, unlike Red Star, do not pay a hard-core of fans to travel to games and arrange choreography. Nor do they provide the 'boardroom' table around which hooligans plot attacks on rivals at home and abroad - something to which the Red Star hooligans are happy to admit and discuss.

The mood at the offices is one of suspicion mixed with bravado. It lifts when I tell them that I am a third-generation Liverpool fan. The Delije ask to see my tattoos. I tell them they are on my heart, which disarms them temporarily. They ask me if I was at Heysel. I wasn't, but I can give them details of what happened, which satisfies their blood lust. There is among the young Delije leaders, drinking free lager from the club bar and smoking cigarettes, a certain respect for the English hooligan. 'English fans don't have offices because all they do is fight,' says Marco, one of the young leaders, who refuses to concede that he is a hooligan. 'We organise the best choreography in the world. We're not just hooligans; we are ready for anything. For example, we showed those English homosexuals from Leicester how to fight a few years ago. We met them in the Uefa Cup and ran them in Leicester and again when we met up with them later in the year in Germany. We think that in England you don't realise how tough the Serbs are. We respect the English as the founders of hooliganism, but where are you now? Other nations have overtaken you.'

Padja, another young Delije leader, explains how he is responsible for smashing up the Red Star players' cars whenever they perform badly. He carries a handgun under his jacket and boasts of how he recently destroyed the car of Red Star's captain, Nemanja Vidic, after he appeared in a fashion shoot with the captain of Partizan. 'If you now have Kosovan refugees in your country,' he says, turning to me, 'it's your own xxxxing fault because you didn't let us finish the job. Now, they're all taking your money and your state benefits.'

Apart from a brief spell when he fell out of favour with Arkan, Zoran Timic has been Red Star's choreographer and mentor to young hooligans for much of the past decade. Away from football and teaching, he works on a history of Red Star, which he researches from a small room in his flat in north Belgrade. 'Football was a base for people to rebel against communism in Yugoslavia,' he told me. 'Most Red Star supporters were already very nationalist. What we did at the end of the 1970s was to take the choreography from Italian football and the hooliganism from England and mix it together to create our own style of football anti-communism. Hooliganism became a way of showing that we were free; of resisting the communist regime.'

The old multinational Yugoslav league, with its nationalist rivalries that communism could never fully suppress, was consistently marred by hooliganism. At first, the state-controlled media were reluctant to report on the growing hooligan menace. But then, on 14 September 1978, the country's first full-scale football riot took place when a train carrying Partizan supporters to a game against Sarajevo was halted by police at Sid in Croatia. The Partizan fans responded by demolishing the train. The violence spread to the town itself and the fans fought running battles with the authorities for many hours.

'You have to realise that the establishment may have been communist and pro-Yugoslav,' explains Igor Todorovic, 'but football fans in the main were not. Partizan fans might hate Red Star but, at the end of the day, they are still Serbs. One of our most famous sayings here is that "Serbs united will never be defeated". We take that sentiment very seriously.'

Throughout the late 1970s and early 1980s, the football grounds of Yugoslavia became popular places for nationalist recruitment. In May 1980, when the Yugoslav head of state, Marshal Tito, died, leaving behind no obvious unifying successor, nationalists, both in Serbia and Croatia, understood how they could use football to further their own ends. Nationalist football violence escalated in tandem with the crumbling of central control. The 'Gravediggers' of Partizan rampaged to the sound of British punk bands; the Red Star ultras attacked rival fans using bayonets and iron bars. In Croatia, one hooligan leader kidnapped a supporter of Hajduk Split and raped him with a broom handle over a period of two days.

By the early 1990s, hardline nationalist and anti-government sentiment was so entrenched among supporters that battles with police before and after matches were weekly events. On 13 May 1990, Red Star travelled to Croatia to meet Dynamo Zagreb, in what would be the last game before the collapse of the old Yugoslav league and with it the state itself. In what have been described as the worst scenes of football hooliganism witnessed in Europe, thousands of Delije fought the Zagreb 'Bad Blue Boys' mob, as well as the local police. The game - a portent of the wars that followed - was abandoned after 10 minutes, but not before Zagreb's best player, Zvonimir Boban, who later joined AC Milan, kicked a policeman who was trying to prevent Croatian hooligans from attacking the Red Star end. After this, the fighting went on for more than an hour and the stadium was eventually set on fire.

Some time in 1990, Serbian leader Slobodan Milosevic became so concerned by the activities of Red Star's Delije that Jovica Stanisic, the former head of state security who is now on trial for war crimes at the Hague, enlisted Zelijko Raznatovic - Arkan - to help control and direct the violence of the hooligans. Arkan, a criminal and agitator who was eventually assassinated on 15 January 2000, understood that Red Star could be for him what Real Madrid were for Franco, or the Italy team, playing in black shirts, were to Mussolini - a force of power and influence in wider society.

Arkan took over effective control of the Delije, running everything from ticket sales to foreign travel and intimidation of match officials. He built himself a luxury mansion overlooking the ground, a post-communist exercise in shiny marble and smoked glass topped with satellite dishes. Within a year, he began to recruit and organise groups of nationalists - the notorious paramilitary Tigers - to fight the 'patriotic' war in Croatia and, later, in Kosovo. The wars in these territories were as much about business as they were about politics. By invading, looting and setting up monopolies in oil, alcohol and cigarette companies, Arkan and his employers grew wealthy while ordinary Serbs struggled. Arkan recruited extensively from the north bank of the Maracana. Hundreds of hard-core fans took pride in joining his disciplined, clean-shaven mobile killing squads. But not all Tigers were Delije; many were Partizan Gravediggers.

One Red Star supporter, Dejan Vukelic, whom I met in a coffee shop in central Belgrade, explained how he was in China 'living above a brothel and taking full advantage' when the Balkan war broke out. He returned home to fight in the Yugoslav army, only to find the demoralised communist force in disarray. It was while he was in the army that he heard about Arkan's training camp. 'I went straight to Arkan's people in Croatia,' he says. 'As a nationalist I thought it was my duty to be there. At first, I was impressed with the order and the sense of discipline. The training was good and the emphasis on cleansing the Croatians and Muslims from Serb territory was essential. But I didn't witness the atrocities that the Western media talk about. I didn't see much criminal behaviour...'

Many of Arkan's paramilitaries are now back in Belgrade and once more involved in sponsoring crime and violence, before, during and after matches. To these disaffected men and their younger, admiring brothers, football is war and war is football. Can they ever be stopped?

Zeljko Tomic, a member of Serbia's Parliament, is a 36-year-old committed fan of Partizan Belgrade and a voice of sanity in the disturbed world of Serbian football. 'The first thing we need to do is tackle the problem of corruption in our football,' he says. 'If we continue to sell off our best players in scams there will never be any money in our football and the game will remain at a low level. When Partizan sold Mateja Kezman to PSV Eindhoven, for example, we were supposed to be sent new floodlights by Philips, the owners of PSV, but theywent missing en route. That kind of deal where someone pocketed all the cash for himself - at the club's expense - is typically Serbian.

'The other main area we have to address is violence at sporting events, particularly football. Over the past season the hooligan issue has not improved, with vicious fighting between fans of Partizan and Red Star, and with these fans and the police. All matches in Serbia are affected in one way or another. We have to reverse the situation.' Can you succeed?

'I don't know,' he says,cautiously, 'but we must try. The government has recently introduced a law to combat hooliganism, and I backed it. We are starting to make some progress.'

The violence among Serbian football supporters is not as extreme as it was in March 1992 when the Tigers invaded the north stand of the Maracana to display their road signs, their trophies of war. But the violence remains, as does the pervading fear among supporters. Fortunately, Serbs have never supported their national team, Serbia and Montenegro, with anything approaching the fervour they reserve for their clubs. That may change soon, however, if Montenegro, as expected, finally ends its uneven union with Serbia following a referendum later this year. The hooligans may then gather behind a united, fully Serbian national team. If and when this happens, the world of football had better watch out.

Serbia have been drawn with Spain, Belgium, Bosnia-Herzegovina, Lithuania and San Marino in Group Seven of the European phase of qualification for the 2006 World Cup in Germany.

Svim Srbima srecna nova godina...


I sve najbolje svima

i posebno nasoj Zvezdi....

a zna se sta sledi Partizanu na proleca

Pa evo i ja svima da pozelim novu godinu mada nasa tek treba da bude...

Hvala Kizi sto me je uputio na ovaj sajt,  i Budi sto je pravi domacin...


A sve ostale se nadam da cu vremenom upoznati...


Zvezdi i Dzaji zelim novu titulu...

A glodarima, hmmm pa znaju oni sta im ja zelim

Evo posle duzeg vremena i ja sam otisao na gostovanje. Prvo da se zahvalim Kizi i Budi sto su me pozvali da idem sa njima...
Inace za ceo incident su krivi organizatori kupa. Oni su kapije zatvorili na Spensu pre nego sto smo mi uopste i krenuli iz Beograda... Pa sta su ocekivali da mi mirno prihvatimo cinjenicu da su nas navukli u Novi Sad po onoj zimi i da se mi lepo okrenemo i vratimo...
Cvele i ja smo Kizu izgubili u masi cim smo krenuli sa z. stanice, mi smo bili na kraju kolone i moram primetiti da su nas novosadjani uplaseno gledali. Na putu ka hali naleteli smo na jednu slatku novosadjanku, koja ima jedan ozbiljan psiholoski problem posto je oko vrata imala glodarski sal... Naravno niko je nije dirao ali je bilo dobacivanja... Ne verujem da bi glodari isto postupili u suprotnoj situaciji...
Kada je kolona stigla ispred hale bilo je vec poprilicno nasih ljudi. Cvele i ja smo uleteli negde u sredinu tako da smo mogli da vidimo sta se desava na ulazu. Kada je pocela frka nismo se povlacili dok nas masa nije gurnula niz stepenice...Tu je jedan decko pao preko ograde pored reportaznih kola i mislim da je ozbiljno povredjen, I ja sam pao preko mase ali me je jedan momak iz ekipe izvukao. Posto smo imali kordon tik iza nas morali smo da se povucemo prema platou, gde je vec bio formiran jos jedan kordon koji je vodio bitku sa nasima... Jedini izlaz je bio prema stepenicama koje vode na istocnu tribinu...
Tu se jedna ekipa regrupisala i gadjala kordon sa ledja kamenjem...
Da moram da napomenem da su jednu devojku koja je dosla sa drugaricama na tekmu policajci bez milosti ugazili na stepenicama...Predpostavljam da ce i to nama da prikace...
Kasnije je jedna poveca ekipa krenula od spensa prema gradu ali to ce vam reci oni koji su bili tamo...

Pa prvi put  sam ozbiljnije batine dobio u sezoni 1988/1989 godine pre derbija koji se igrao na njihovom stadionu. Moram da napomenem da sam tada imao samo trinaest godina, sto je veoma bitno za pricu. Krenuo sam na derbi, pesaka, sa dva ortaka iz kraja (shtayga). Na sebi sam imao liverpoolov sal i zelenu fajerku. Stigli smo da parkica kod skc-a kada nas je u centralnom delu parka presrela grupa od tridesetak grobara. Bili smo neoprezni i nismo ih primetili tako da su nas vrlo lako opkolili, inace iskreno bila bi bezanija. Popili smo lepe batine a meni su skinuli i sal i jaknu. :(
Grobarska ekipa koja nas je sacekala imala je u proseku oko 25 godina i hrabre junacine su napali tri klinca od trinaest godina. Posto su mi rasekli usnu, ja onako lezim na betonu i gledam ih besno, jer su ispali picke, a neki kao njihov glavni kaze meni "mali zapamti prebio te belgija". Posle sam saznao da je on neki glavonja na njihovom delu tribine. Dugo godina sam ga trazio da mu se osvetim ali izgleda da se on povukao. I pored svega smo otisli na taj derbi a malo mi je raspolozenje popravila ona fenomenalna bakljada i vatromet koji smo napravili i koji nikada vise nije ponovljen.

A prvi sal mi je skinut na utakmici Rad-Zvezda prvo kolo prvenstva, mislim da je Rad tada po prvi put usao u prvu ligu. Igralo se na banjici i ja sam otisao sam na stadion. Ispred zgrade dok sam kupovao kartu, prisli su mi neki momci i skinuli zvezdin sal, ali na svu srecu nasao se tu Peca Panker sa ekipom koji ih je stigao i vratio mi sal. Tada jos nisu postojali UF, nego su to bili neki klosari koji su verovatno radili u toj firmi.
Eto toliko bas sam se raspisao
pozdrav Banne

A sta de se ostavi stara himna ali da se uradi kompletno novi aranzman. Ipak himna je himna. A Dobro znaj moze da postane himna Severa!

Ok bilo mi je malo truba da ti pridjem na tekmi i kao brate imas kacket, maju ili tako nesto...

Imenjace i meni budi stara secanja. Mislim da je Spanjolka legenda severa,
A Zulu Warriors su nam bili idoli.

Hvala, trudicu se

... od novog clana iz Beograda.
Stalno sam na tekmama, od kraja osamdesetih sto uz manje vise prekida traje do danas. Nisam pripadnik nijedne grupe mada, bilo je par pokusaja da napravim i svoju grupu devedestih godina sa ortacima iz kraja tako su nastali  "Glue-sniffers" i kasnije "Shtayga utd" ali ipak  smo se prikljucili vecini delija. Eto sad sam resio da malo se modernizujem nabavio sam komp i naleteo sam na sajt. Odlican sajt pohvala za one koji su ga napravili.
:ruke
Pozdrav Banne

za Mauzera  Cuo sam da ti imas casual robu na prodaju, ako je tako ja sam zainteresovan da obnovim garderobu. Ziveo sam ranije u Londonu pa sam zgotivio taj stil.

I jos me interesuje da li mogu nai negde bbrs prsluk ili je to iskljucivo za clanove grupe.
Pozdrav

E jer moze neko da mi kaze sta je sada sa spanjolkom?

Sto se tice tuce, bio sam na par metara od iste. Neki momci su se pokacili sa grupom Rodjen Los, koji su hteli da se popnu na shipku i upale baklje. Naravno momci su kaznjeni po propisu, a jedna patika je zavrsila u kanalu. Jedino oni perjani prsluci nisu prakticni, suvise su svetli pa je par njih imalo velike krvave fleke. Morace da padne jedno dobro hemijsko ciscenje.