I guess it doesn't matter for the topic, but I want to mention that I'm a girl from Rijeka, I've been in love with football since I was little and I trained the same at the club
HR- no one. That's weird. I was born and raised in Rijeka and I remember the end of the 90's, the stolen championship, the collection of the album forza fiume, then the total decline of the early 00's, our children's obsession with Rijeka. By the way, I was born in 92 and my first encounter with football was the World Cup 98, the Rijeka championship that never happened. I remember the ecstasy in the city, disbelief over the doomed offside, crowded Kantrida (and on the rocks), hatred towards Croatia and the judge from Šibenik.
I went to Kantrida many times, to the West, to the Armada. I never went to Rujevica [new stadium], it means nothing to me. We still go to Kantrida when a fan game is played.
I don't support Rijeka, and the best friend I love more than my husband is the kind of boy who is one of the most loyal fans of Rijeka, he doesn't miss a single home game and goes on tours whenever he can.
I have never felt that true love for that club, not even because of it, and yet I have emotion towards Rijeka, I am sorry when they lose and I am happy with their success. I tried it because of my best friend, but it doesn't work. Their songs mean little to me, a strange accent, it's not as emotional as down south, in Dalmatia, where my roots are, there is no chemistry. Rijeka has always been underwhelming for me, a small club from an ugly city (which I still love) without the charisma and passion of Hajduk, without the Croatianhood of Dinamo.
I’ve always been missing something, and it’s hard to say what. Probably the thing is that I never felt Rijeka as a home, a city or a club, and I was born and raised there.
My grandmother lived in Sušak and cheered for the Orient, I trained football at their stadium and I prefer them to Rijeka, but it is not a serious love. I sympathize with them.
Hajduk was a concept to me as a child, and I dreamed of playing for them that there is a women's league like the HNL. The first thing I asked my dad when I had a serious accident with a bicycle was to buy me a spare Hajduk jersey, the one with red and blue stripes, which he had refused until then, and I knew that he would take pity on me then. Poljud was magical to me, the cathedral of football at least I adore Kantrida. Hajduk was the notion of the biggest HR club for me, and Dinamo sucks, a regime club with an ugly stadium and too much money that robbed Rijeka of the championship.
My dad was born in ZG and has been a Zagreb fan since he was a child.
However, Hajduk disgusted me. Once when my cousin and I were returning home to RI from the sea in Dalmatia, we were mistreated and slapped on the bus, pinched and insulted by two much older guys who were Hajduk fans, when they realized we were from Rijeka. We were maybe 10-12 years old and they were at least 18 if not more. It’s one of my most horrific childhood traumas and I can’t remember how it started, but out of pure peace. They insulted Rijeka and when the bus came in front of the city they sang shitty Rijeka smelly city ... Then I hated them, I was from Rijeka and not a Dalmatian and I crossed Hajduk for all time. The underestimating comments of the citizens of Split and Hajduk towards RI (both the club and the city) that I listened to in later years confirmed my decision.
Again, when I listen to Torcida and Dalmatian songs on Poljud, they evoke emotions in me that, unfortunately, those in Rijeka will never be able to.
From foreign clubs BVB, always. I fell in love as a child with their yellow-and-black jerseys, especially socks, like bumblebees, and then with Westphalen and the magical yellow wall.
My favorite player was Tomas Rosicky and later Marco Reus
Little Mozart is probably my favorite player of all time, I absorbed his every move and he was irresistible with that mower, I was desperate when he was sold to Arsenal. What a virtuoso.
I love BvB more than any HR club and that's right, and my best friend from childhood promised that one day we will be part of the same yellow wall that once won me over.
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