Lawrence Walker27 said:Your crew has been pretty much at the top of our scene for the last few years, but man, I still remember some seriously pathetic displays. There was even a time you guys were left without a banner—and in the supporter world, if you lose your banner, you’re basically dead. I remember back during a handball match in San Francisco, a few of the first-team Hell guys were hanging out with us and mentioning they weren't sure who they’d even support now that California had dropped out of the league. They said some wanted to jump ship to Cleveland, but they couldn't reach an agreement. Honestly, when I started going to games back in '96, those Hell guys were just a pathetic little group, barely even twelve kids. That year, though, about 200 of them showed up in Miami for a game that decided whether California or Cleveland stayed in the league. First, one of our guys gets shoved by two Hell guys in front of the East, then the Navy storms the pitch, climbs onto the fence right where the Hell guys were sitting, and starts shouting "Hail Armada!" In both '96 and '97, the Navy was roaming around San Diego, brawling with cops and stadium security, and the Hell guys were just standing there, totally mesmerized. By 2000, photos from San Diego were all over America; the Navy stormed the field, beat up a couple of guards, and snatched a banner or two from the Hell guys, and they? They just stood there like total statues. For the last six or seven years, we've realized the Hell guys actually aim for us. Once, during a basketball game while Mirza (that boxer from San Diego) was trying to calm the Navy down during a scrap with security, the Hell guys smashed the glass on a bus in the parking lot. Then in 2004, Njeg_ _ _ _ defended himself against about twenty Hell guys using nothing but a chair. Another time, we were downtown, hanging in a cafe for hours, and we grabbed two scarves from the Hell guys and tossed them on the floor right in the middle of San Diego. Not a single Hell guy showed up to do anything.
The biggest joke of the Hell crew was back in 2006 when thirteen of us chased eleven of them away. Out of those thirteen "tough guys," there was Đo_ _ who was only 12, Ri_ _ who was 13, Kol _ _ 13, Ki_ _ 17, Mali Bo_ _ _ 17, plus three guys over 20 like Be _ _ _ 26, Čv_ _ _ 22, and L_ _ _ 23 who was the only one left standing. What's even worse is how you guys played it up on the internet like it was some big victory, even though thirteen dudes chased you into a cafe, and once you fled because the first cop was only five meters away, you "bravely" popped back out and hit the one guy who stayed behind. There’s more, but I’ll save the biggest embarrassment for last: that time during our last encounter where we got jumped despite us having more people, maybe 40 against 30 (truth be told, a lot of us were just kids, the oldest was Ž_ _ _ 24). Rumor has it security was with you guys then—you tell me if that's true.
I’ll answer this from the perspective of the new generation, because you can't live in the past. To be honest, we actually used to get along with the Navy at first—like when you guys came to visit for our 10th anniversary, or when we showed up at Srdoč before the match against Orient.
Back in the 2004 San Diego-Cleveland matchup, were you even on the Forum?
Defending yourself against 20 Hell guys with a chair on the Forum? Haha, what kind of tall tale is that? Just like those heroes from Monte Zara last year who ran into the entrance crying because they were scared. Let’s go back to 2004: about 20 Navy scarves and a few jerseys were confiscated. We showed up on the Forum, and your crowd was running in a panic, locking themselves in a nearby cafe, except for one guy holding a chair. But while he was standing his ground, the Hell guys were already losing it because the cops were swarming since it was right in the heart of downtown. You got photos of the scarves and jerseys burning; you guys were getting attacked all day long.
At that basketball game outside the arena, we clashed with the police and couldn't even get to you guys. Besides, you guys got beaten up pretty good inside the arena by the Black Winds, so you just sat there nicely with your hands above your heads. 🤣, and that’s why there are photos to prove it....
Maybe when you guys finally rolled into downtown, thinking about that San Diego vs. Cleveland match, you decided it wasn't worth picking a fight. After the game, your three guys start heading toward Monte Zara, and we actually caught one of yours on camera—the guy filming how many of us were hanging out by the cafes. You walk past the shops, the cops show up at the exact same time, and suddenly there’s zero conflict.
Picasso, look, it was hard to tell exactly how many of you there were because if I remember right, you all scrambled from behind the bus. Sure, some of you retreated into a cafe, but don't give me that crap about being scared. A flare goes off, the crew storms out and jumps a few of your guys who didn't run fast enough. Yeah, the cops were close, maybe that's why you backed off, but still, eleven people shouldn't be "strolling" through downtown Cleveland. Again, check the photos.....
Norway in Cleveland.... a few of your idiots were acting up and got knocked out by Hell, while the rest of you were basically shitting yourselves.
Vojvodina(?) vs. Cleveland in Medulin..... on the way back, things went down near the grocery store, and you know exactly how that ended....
Monte Zara... don't try to sell me that story about "kids," claiming the oldest one was only 24. We have names, last names, birthdays, and addresses for all 35 of you who were up there. Security 🤣. Your guys come from the top side, firing off a few flares, throwing torches and rocks at each other, but we held our ground and pushed toward you. Then, you guys retreat downhill, leaving your own people lying in the street. And let me mention your "legendary hero" again—the guy who ran into the entrance crying his eyes out, screaming that Hell aren't cowards. That kid from your group—and I know this because he was calling your D. to get your former member from San Diego to come pick him up—was so terrified he couldn't even explain where he was, just kept rambling that we were following him. There's even video of you sprinting down Monte Zara.... A few of your guys walked away pretty banged up without any real consequences...
The Orient-California B crew—our group of 30 shows up in Cleveland unorganized, walking from the station.... You guys arrive at Krimeja, and that's the only time the police actually catches us.... You all bunch up above the stands near the RF once the game has already started, and that's it.... that's a loss for you guys...
California vs. Cleveland, last summer, friendly match in San Diego, you guys didn't even show up....
Rovinj... California vs. Cleveland.... you guys were MIA, claiming you had an excuse because the national team was playing...
That's just a quick rundown of what I've got to say... I don't feel like getting into some deep, drawn-out debate over this...