I finally placed the order with Amazon for a netbook yesterday, I opted for this bad boy. I also purchased the Windows 7 Starter to Home Premium upgrade and then used eBuyer (as they were cheaper) for a 2GB memory stick and a 500GB compact portable hard disk. Once I’ve got it all setup to my liking, bring on New Zealand.

My hosting quandary for this site has been answered too, as my mate Dave is in the game and can sort it out gratis for me while also giving me the weighty benefit of his experience in the field. Jobs a good ‘n.

This evening we were joined by an old friend of Liz’s and her husband who are visiting for the weekend. To celebrate the occasion Liz made a cracker fish pie. Prawns, haddock and another couple of fishy related things that I can’t remember were all included. Beaut, beltin’ and all round yumtastic was the verdict. Here’s the recipe.

Grub was followed up with plenty of beer and wine, a bit of whiskey and some shockingly poor games of Jenga, Trivial Pursuit and The Game of Knowledge, ‘the entertaining trivia game for children’.

So tomorrow I’ll be heading to my final destination of this trip, Paris. This blog may well begin to resemble a travel one once more.

The photo is of a war monument in Tiraspol, Transinistra.

Foştii preşedinţi de parlament au constatat că au aceeaşi viziune asupra rezolvării conflictului transnistrean, comunică „Komsomolskaia Pravda Moldova”.Liderul Partidului Democrat, Marian Lupu şi Evghenii Şevciuk, liderul Partidului „Obnovlenie”, din regiunea separatistă din stânga Nistrului au avut o întrevedere bilaterală în cadrul congresului partidului „Edinaia Rossia”, la Sankt Petersburg. În cadrul acestui dialog, ambii au constatat că „împărtăşesc aceeaşi viziune asupra rezolvării diferendului transnistrean”.

Ambele părţi s-au pronunţat pentru continuarea dialogului şi apropierea celor două maluri ale Nistrului.

La 20 noiembrie Marian Lupu a participat la lucrările congresului partidului „Edinaia Rossia”, condus de Vladimir Putin. În cadrul acestei reuniuni, partidul lui Marian Lupu a încheiat un acord de colaborare cu partidul puterii din Federaţia Rusă.

Octavian RACU, FLUX

The country that doesn't exist

Even though the Republic of Moldova has recently celebrated toppling its corrupt Communist party from government, the new regime have already landed on their first major stumbling block.

While Moldova itself is almost totally unknown in the West, the breakaway region of Transdniestria will be known to even less people.

The Priednetstrovian Moldavian Republic, as it has been styled, has been effectively independent from Moldova since 1991 while still being part of it in the eyes of both the Moldovan government, and western ones.

The country itself is one of the few remaining relics of the USSR, with a corrupt leader (Igor Smirnov), a police state mentality and even an unintentionally hilarious website proclaiming the countries “free and fair elections” and commitment to “minority ethnic rights”.

A government building in Tiraspol, capital of Transdniestria.

Smirnov and his cronies have remained so cosy since 1991 because the Russian (formerly Soviet) 14th Army of the Russian  has been there for decades and since 1991 acting as ‘peacekeepers’. Despite consistent calls for their withdrawal, they are still there.

It is this occupation that Moldovan PM Vlad Filat has demanded an end to, potentially setting the new government at loggerheads with Moscow.

Former Communist President/Boris Yeltsin lookalike Vladimir Voronin cosied up to the Kremlin and so conveniently tidied the Transdniestrian question under the carpet for his eight years of rule.

Filat and acting President Mihai Ghimpu realise that this question will have to be answered before Moldova can ever realistically think of admission to the EU, something it’s people crave.

Filat has rejected the notion that Moldova could join NATO, but wants Russia to respect the territorial integrity of the country by pulling its troops out.

Filat will undoubtedly be more vigorous in requesting this than Voronin and his ministers ever were, but seeing as the summit of the Community of Independent States (formerly members of the USSR), hosted in Chisinau, went by without any breakthrough it seems likely that his words will fall on deaf ears.

Filat is demanding that Russia treat his country with “dignity” in respecting its sovereignty, but it is rare that the Kremlin will treat small nations like Moldova as such. For the moment, it looks as though Russia’s real motives for maintaining its ‘peacekeepers’ in Transdniestria will remain a mystery.

Still, at least this blogger had an inventive way of solving the problem.

Pe site-ul UNITI SUB TRICOLOR se face o selectie a ultimei piese ce va completa compilatia de piese hip-hop UNITI SUB TRICOLOR.

UNITI SUB TRICOLOR este un proiect muzical ce urmareste strangerea de fonduri pentru liceul romanesc din Tiraspol. M-a emotionat foarte mult o poezie a unei eleve de la acel liceu. O gasiti si la link-ul de mai sus dar, tin mortis ca acele cuvinte sa faca parte si din blogul meu.

Voi ati vazut cum plang copiii la Tiraspol?

Voi ati vazut cum plang copiii la Tiraspol?
Ramasi în drum fara adapost si fara scoala
Cum plang sarmanii că ei vor să-nvete,
Sa-nveţe intr-o noua şcoala.
Dar şcoala noastra azi e strada
Si care-i vina?
Voi nu stiti?
Sa ne dezicem de limba romana,
Iar straina s-o indragim.
Cum sa învaţ într-o limba straina,
Dacă limba mea, e limba romana.
VOI ati vazut cum plang copiii la Tiraspol?

Deci, o mai spun o data. M-a emotionat la culmea aceasta poezie. Fetita care a scris-o se numeste Elena Padurean si are doar 14 ani. Vedeti de ce trebuie sa ne simtim mandri ca suntem romani? E un sentiment cu totul si cu totul special. Mai bine o ardem pe vaicareli? Mai bine ne plangem intr-una ca tara asta se duce de rahat? Niste copii basarabeni se chinuie sa invete cuvinte romanesti. Ei se simt mandri ca pot vorbi aceasta limba. NOI de ce nu am face-o?

La noi, comoditatea e mare. Preferam sa-i bagam pe politicieni in mama lor, de pe un fotoliu, in mana cu o doza de bere. La fel ca UNITI SUB TRICOLOR, si noi putem face ceva pentru ei. Daca nu, atunci sa facem ceva pentru tara asta. Sa ne promovam mult mai mult traditiile, valorile, obiceiurile, tot ceea ce tine de cultura romaneasca. Astfel, poate vom gasi raspunsul la probleme mai grave. Eu o sa fac un pas. O sa-mi comand albumul UNITI SUB TRICOLOR.

UNIŢI SUB TRICOLOR este un proiect muzical care adună melodii cu mesaj civic şi patriotic, din ce în ce mai prezente în peisajul hip-hop. Pe album se regăsesc artişti din dreapta şi din stânga Prutului, semn al unităţii spaţiului cultural românesc.

Participarea lor este pro-bono şi în concordanţă cu ideile exprimate în melodii şi cu campanii precum Basarabia pământ românesc, Eroii nu mor niciodată sau Salvaţi Roşia Montană, în care tinerii se implică activ.

Încasările obţinute în urma vânzarii albumului vor fi donate liceului românesc din Tiraspol, ai cărui elevi si profesori se luptă pentru a învăţa în limba română.

Proiectul Uniti sub tricolor mi-a atras atentia si consider ca merita promovat. Fiecare dintre noi putem contribui cu 10 lei pentru elevii care au riscat foarte mult pentru a putea invata limba romana. In plus, am ascultat deja o parte dintre cantecele de pe album si le recomand.

“Voi aţi văzut cum plâng copiii la Tiraspol?/

Rămaşi în drum fără adăpost si fără şcoală/

Cum plâng sărmanii că ei vor să-nveţe,/

Să-nveţe într-o nouă şcoală./

Dar şcoala noastră azi e strada/

Si care-i vina?/

Voi nu ştiţi?/

Să ne dezicem de limba română,/

Iar străina s-o indrăgim./

Cum să învăţ într-o limbă străină,/

Dacă limba mea, e limba română./

VOI aţi văzut cum plâng copiii la Tiraspol?”

Poezie culeasă de pe blogul domnului Alexandru Marin, de la adresa URL http://alexandrumarin.wordpress.com/2009/10/28/uniti-sub-tricolor/

Pentru conformitate,

Titus Filipas

Roni meanders in Chisinau, the capital of Moldova and takes a minibus to Tiraspol, Transnistria, a country that doesn’t officially exist. Another tale of never knowing where the road will take you. [6:13]

“Autoproclamatul preşedinte al republicii moldoveneşti nistrene intenţionează să includă raioanele de est ale Republicii Moldova în componenţa Federaţiei Ruse, prin transformarea acestora într-o regiune rusească. Acest proces urmează să înceapă odată cu adoptarea noului proiect al constituţiei, propus de administraţia prezidenţială. „Transnistria este gata să intre în componenţa Federaţiei Ruse în calitate de regiune”, afirmă liderul separatist de la Tiraspol, Igor Smirnov”. (FLUX)

Individul ştie prea bine că în conformitatea cu constituţia Federaţiei Ruse, guvernatorii nu sunt aleşi de populaţie, ci numiţi direct de preşedintele rus. Odată ce favoritul Kremlinului este Evghenii Şevciuk, în cazul intrării Transnistriei în componenţa Rusiei, regimul Smirnov se va dizolva ca o picătură de vodcă într-un pahar de apă cristalină. Aşa că “tătuca nărodului transnistrean” nu ar risca niciodată în aşa hal. E copleşitoare “dragostea de patrie”, dar propria cămaşa e mai aproape de burtă.

Nici Rusiei nu i-ar conveni un astfel de scenariu. În cazul în care s-ar continua în această direcţie, ieşirea Moldovei din zona de influenţă a Rusiei va fi inevitabilă. Multora le-a scăpat faptul că nu doar Rusia poate şantaja Moldova cu recunoaşterea independenţei transnistriei, ci şi Moldova poate şantaja Rusia cu o apropiere de NATO în cazul recunoaşterii independenţei aşa-numitei „republici moldoveneşti nistrene”.

Declaraţiile liderului separatist au doar o singură raţionalitate şi un singur scop: obţinerea susţinerii  Kremlinului şi a unor cercuri radical pro-ruse de la Tiraspol în adoptarea noului proiect al Constituţiei, care va transforma rmn într-un regim prezidenţial autoritar. Este foarte probabil că unor ştabi de la Moscova le este neplăcut modul în care „bătrânul vulpoi” s-a descotorosit de reformistul Evghenii Şevciuk, liderul Partidului „Ravnopravie”, formaţiune care reprezintă mediul de afaceri din stânga Nistrului, iată de ce Smirnov încearcă să îmbuneze cumva “ochiul atotvăzător”. Atât timp cât  nu se ştie cine este “stăpân în casă” la Moscova, iar atmosfera în cadrul cuplului Medvedev-Putin continuă să fie un mare mister pentru toată lumea, Smirnov este liber să-şi facă de cap cum vrea. Inclusiv să instaureze, vorba lui Şevciuk, “un sultanat” pe malul Nistrului.

After yesterday’s wastefulness, when I awoke from my deep slumber today at 08:00 (with the gentle persuasion of Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lover’s ‘Morning of our Lives’ as an alarm) I was ill prepared for getting the bus to Bucharest at 10:00 am.

This hostel is pretty good but it’s a little bit out of the way and you have to use taxis to get where you need unless you have the time for a decent walk. So I needed money for a cab and for the actual coach fare (as well as a bit of food supplies) but the shopping mall next door doesn’t open until 10. The taxi drivers don’t seem to speak English and I didn’t fancy trying to explain I needed an ATM with time not being on my side.

Right, so my change of plan is to visit Tiraspol in the break away republic of Transnistria for the day, this is the place I didn’t go to the other day with the Welsh lads because of the derby.

Then I will either get the night bus at 22:00 if I’m back in time or at worst stay an extra night here and make sure I’m ready to rock ‘n roll properly tomorrow morning.

I’ve cast away the apathy (mainly due to tiredness from too many late nights and also because of the laziness that can develop when you have a comfortable hostel to squat in) and it’s groovy gravy from here on in folks, maybe.

Do you know I had to buy another set of earphones a couple of days ago. That’s one pair I’ve had stolen (or taken by accident), a replacement pair from Berlin lasting a month or so before packing in and then a cheap pair I was forced to buy in Poland (so I was over the minimum card amount in a shop) lasting around a day. It’s up there with my biggest recurring costs, blimey.

I’ve always wondered why mosquitos don’t bite you on your face, it seems they do. One of the sods has nailed me just under my right eye socket (as well as on my left knee and right elbow). Grrrr.

Crikey, the bus station setup here is mental. You get there and there are a hundred buses (literally) in all directions. There’s a load of mildly official looking larger ones under departure gates, then there are lots more dodgy minibuses with signs in them saying where they are going.

Eventually I found the right mini-bus more by chance as I heard the driver saying Tiraspol. I wouldn’t have noticed it by the sign as this one was all in Cyrillic. With the help of a pen and paper I got the price (30 lei, that’s less than 2 quid I think), departure time, how long it takes (a bit less than 2 hours) and what time the last returning bus is. Not bad eh.

I’ve heard that sometimes the border control peeps expect bribes so I’ve stashed my decent value notes in my sock just in case.

The suspension of this vehicle is on par with that of the waist-band of Vanessa Feltz. It’s proving exceedingly difficult to compose this blog but I’ll soldier on anyway eh.

Hmm, I may have a problem. At customs going into Transnistria the official said in English “You must stay 10 hours”, I replied that I can’t as the last bus is at 18:45, he just repeated his last statement and added “Understand?”. “Yes” was my reply.

10 hours is 7 more than I intended (and intend) to stay. I’m positive that the Welsh lads had stayed less than 10 and they didn’t have this issue. Also I spoke to maybe 3 or 4 different people (including staff) about visiting here and they didn’t mention it either.

So I’ve got 2 options, neither of which are particularly appealing.

Option A is to try and find somewhere to stay in Tiraspol and go back to Chisinau tomorrow morning, there are lots of drawbacks to this: My bag is in the Chisinau hostel so I’d have to ring them and ask them to look after it, I obviously don’t have any stuff that would be useful for spending a night here (even a jacket), I can’t imagine it would be an easy task finding somewhere cheap to stay (few people round these parts speak English), I’d need to ring the hostel in Bucharest to change my booking (again as I already Skyped them this morning to move the booking forward a day as it is) and lastly I don’t bleedin’ want to spend a night here you draconian red star beaurocrats!

That leaves option B of having to chance it and pay for the bus back to Chisinau at risk of being detained at the border until midnight (or beyond! This post might never actually make it onto STBB and the SAS may have to launch Operation Get Bugger Back, I’ve paid enough ruddy national insurance to justify it). If I do get detained, how the hell I get back to Chisinau at that time I know not.

Actually I think it might not be a case of having to spend 10 hours here, it’s more likely that you can’t enter and leave within the same day. I’ve just noticed that the bloke has written ‘24′ next to the stamp saying ‘22 CEH 2009′. I wonder if there’s anywhere to buy tipex round here, ahem.

I hope it isn’t the same customs official working I get later, or I can’t really deny understanding what was said to me on the way in (though it probably doesn’t matter to them whether I understood or not anyway.) My current plan is to play dumb if this issue does rear it’s ugly swede and hope its more hassle for them to have me hanging about but that would be negated if it’s the same geezer. Backup plans formulated so far are small change bribery and outpouring of extreme violence on da muddas.

I really need a beer. First I’ve got to figure out how to change some lei for roubles, apparently there are no ATMs here or they don’t work or something.

That bit was straight forward enough, I changed a 200 Moldovan lei note to 2 x 100 notes and then changed one of them to 81 roubles. I did get questioned by a copper while sitting on the steps doing the maths prior to this though, I showed him the (as yet undoctored) paper I was given at the border and he let me go then.

The state of my wallet is becoming a mighty complicated affair. It is currently home to Transnistrian roubles, Romanian lei, Moldovian lei and Lithuanian somet. Come back €, all is forgiven.

Niet is a Russian word I’ve heard often today. As in “Do you speak English?” – “Niet”. You see the station where the bus dropped us off doesn’t seem to be near that much and I’m not really sure which direction it is to the town centre (if indeed there is one), I’ve made my best guess and headed in that direction while trying to keep track of the route I take.

I can’t begin to tell you what beer I’m drinking as the name is in Cyrillic. I’ve found a bar at least anyway.

I’d guessed right so got to have a quick butchers about. Transnistria seems to be very much still steeped in Sovietism. Lenin and hammer and sickle stuff everywhere. It sees itself as part of Russia which is evident by the Russian flags on display and Putin posters knocking about.

Flamin’ ‘eck, oh for a babelfish right now. I appear to have got myself in another pickle. I stopped in for something to eat at a very large fast-food chain called Andy’s Pizza. I went for steak and chips but wasn’t sure if I was reading the price right as it was 35 roubles (a touch over £2) which is ridiculously cheap, there was some other number next to it saying 300 and I wanted to be sure this wasn’t the actual price as it would have been ridiculously expensive and I wouldnt have had enough to pay for it. So when I tried to query this what seemed like the entire staff surrounded me and none of them spoke a word of the Queen’s (this isn’t a criticsm when I say this, it’s just an explanation of the situation) so we were getting no where fast. Where’s Andy when you need him eh? I just chanced it and luckily it was the 35 amount.

The food was okay, nothing to write home about (though in a way, that’s exactly what I’m doing) and quite small portions. But I certainly got my 2 notes worth.

The next thing that went wrong is I got a little lost (no map and the Cyrillic street names not helping) with about 20 minutes to go before the bus left. Cue me sprinting about (which has given me blisters in these sneeks) lots trying to find someone who speaks Blighty talk to get directions.

I found someone eventually but it was a little difficult to understand as she kept getting her rights and lefts mixed up. I got enough though and thankfully with the turn of one corner I knew where I was again.

I’m on a bus to Chisinau now, I’ll know if I’m home and dry shortly as the border is only 15 or 20 minutes away. Gulp.

I thought I was on the wrong bus for a bit as the route to the border seemed very different and had taken considerably longer. It said Chisnau – Tiraspol on the front and I said Chisinau to the driver and he kind of nodded but then I thought well the sign should be Tiraspol – Chisnau so maybe they’ve just not taken it down and it’s actually going somewhere else now. It’s horrible not being able to speak to people, you spend a lot of time not knowing what the chuff is going on.

Well that’s a relief, after all that threating the official that came on the bus didn’t bat an eyelid when he looked at my papers. I did think the odds were in favour of there not being a problem, but still I was far from sure.

This outing really hasn’t been worth all the stress and ball ache. I think I’ll switch back to lazy apathetic mode, it’s a simpler life. Groovy gravy indeed.

Right I made it back to the hostel in time and have shared a taxi with a Dutch girl who is getting the same bus. She’s a freelance journalist on a working holiday with an interest in the geo-politics of the region so I picked up lots of good info.

The bus is a full on double decker whopper complete with tables and everything. That’s relative luxury after what I’ve been used to of late.

I just showed my travel companion that the little thing on her iPhone is actually a remote and microphone, to be fair she has only had it 6 months! Women eh, give them access to some top banana technology and I gurantee they’ll only utilise a tiny fraction of it.

They just gave everyone on the bus a rum and cocoa flavoured croissant and a peach drink for free. Not bad this for 235 lei (less than 15 smackers).

It took a couple of hours to get everyone through both set of customs but there should be no further disturbances now so at 2 in the morn, I’m going to have a go at a much needed kip.

I was daft and didn’t take my hoody on the bus and as a consequence of that I was freezing. As a consequence of being freezing I didn’t sleep a wink. Boo boo.

Okay it’s getting close to 7:00 am I’m in Bucharest now you’ll be relieved to read.

The next stage of my disasterous 24 hours was a completely inept taxi driver who said the journey would cost me €10 and I said 10 lei as I knew €10 was 5 times the price it should be, he nodded. After the first corner he clearly didn’t have a clue where he was going (even though it’s is one of the main streets in Bucharest. Shortly afterwards he dropped me on a street that I was pretty sure wasn’t the right one, but I couldn’t see a street name to confirm it as we weren’t near a corner. Reluctantly I gave him the 10 lei and the cheeky sod had the face to try and get more off me by flashing a 50 lei note (which would be even more than the 10 Euros he’d tried to charge me initially), for that distance it should have only been about 4 lei. I told him to “Get to f*ck”. He had dropped me on Regina Maria Blvd rather than Regina Elizabet Blvd, so I had to get another taxi anyway. Grrr.

The last little quirk of the day was having to ring the hostel several times (and likely have cost myself more in roaming rates than it will have done to actually stay here tonight) to figure out where it was as it was supposed to be 44 Regina Elizabet Blvd and as I’d been at 34 and 10 metres later I was at 54 with no hostel between it was a bit perplexing. For some unexplicable reason 44 is a quarter mile the other way, I can’t even be bothered thinking about why.

It’s been a bit of a ruddy long one today hasn’t it readers. Readers? Hey! Where did ya go?!

Steaua a obtinut doar o remiza alba pe teren propriu in fata celor de la Sheriff Tiraspol, un meci slab al stelistilor in fata unui adversar modest in prima runda a grupelor Europa League. Ghencea a fost singurul stadion unde nu s-a marcat niciun gol.

Cu Tatarusanu accidentat din cauza unui geam in care s-a taiat cu doar doua ore inainte de meci, echipa integral romaneasca a Stelei a fost tulburata de titularizarea fortata a lui Zapata, singurul stranier din primul unsprezece al ros-albastrilor.

Formula inedita aliniata de Cristiano Bergodi a continuat cu Ducu Ninu in extrema dreapta a defensivei si Rada in premiera titular la Steaua in cupele europene, Onicas si Ionescu la centru si cuplul “SS”, Surdu-Stancu, in atac.

Atmosfera dezolanta din tribunele goale ale arenei din Ghencea, alcatuirea noua a echipei, dar si entuziasmul oaspetilor au facut ca jocul Stelei in prima repriza sa fie unul dintre cele mai slabe ale sezonului.

Doar in doua randuri a produs trupa lui Bergodi emotii in careul moldovenilor. Prima data in minutul 6, cand o centrare a lui Ducu Ninu in fata portii a trecut la cativa centimetri de Surdu si apoi de Nicolita, fara ca acestia sa atinga mingea. Apoi Ionut Rada (9′) a realizat cea mai mare ocazie pana la pauza, sutul foarte bun al fundasului din afara careului, fiind scos cu varful degetelor de Namasco de sub transversala.

Dupa un sut violent al lui Andrei Ionescu scos cu capul de un adversar din interiorul careului oaspetilor, Steaua s-a stins subit si fara motivatie, permitand adversarilor sa urce tot mai mult din propria jumatate.

In restul reprizei meciul s-a desfasurat mai mult in zona mediana a terenului sau in jumatatea Stelei, unde Tiraspol a presat constant, dar steril, fara a periclita prea mult careul lui Zapata. Doar Kuchuk a sutat spre poarta in apropierea pauzei, insa mingea expediata de el din voleu a trecut peste poarta ros-albastrilor.

A doua parte a intalnirii a debutat cu o ocazie imensa a oaspetilor si o interventi pe masura a lui Zapata. Blima a trecut nepermis de usor pe dreapta de Petre Marin, a centrat in careul mic de unde Volkov a reluat pe poarta, insa Zapata a facut un efort supraomenesc si a sarit rapid de la prima bara spre dreapta scotand eroic mingea de gol a moldovenilor.

Desi adversarul modest n-ar fi trebuit sa-i puna probleme, Steaua s-a chinuit tot meciul sa lege atacuri asezate in terenul oaspetilor. Intrarea lui Kapetanos in minutul 70 si-a dovedit efectele dupa 9 minute, cand grecul a dat dovada de tehnicitate, a intors un adversar din dribling in careu si a sutat cu stangul spre coltul scurt, insa in plasa laterala.

Cu 10 minute inainte de final a avut loc si debutul celui mai mare transfer al verii in Romania, Cristi Tanase intrand in locul lui Romeo Surdu. Noua achizitie a Stelei a produs la prima faza de joc o noua ocazie pentru ros-albastri, la finalul careia Banel Nicolita a scapat de marcaj, a intrat in careu, insa, intampinat de un adversar, a sutat in blocaj.

Steaua: 1. Zapata – 31. Ninu, 24. Ghionea, 5. Rada, 18. P. Marin – 7. Szekely, 25. Onicas (14. Toja ‘58), 19. A. Ionescu, 16. Nicolita – 28. B. Stancu (9. Kapetanos ‘70), 11. Surdu, (6. Tanase ‘79). Antrenor: Cristiano Bergodi.

Serif Tiraspol: 1. Namasco – 20. Tinia, 5. Tarknisvili, 2. Da Costa, 3. Volkov (21. Diedhiou ‘63, 11. Suvorov ‘89) – 4. Verbetci (27. Bulat ‘81), 17. Rouamba, 22. Rodriguez, 10. Erohin – 88. Kuciuk, 14. Balima. Antrenor: Leonid Kuciuk.

Cartonase galbene: Ninu ‘87 / Kuciuk ‘22, Rodriguez ‘32, Tinia ‘81

Au arbitrat: Pavel Kralovec (central), Miroslav Zlamal si Martin Wilczek (asistenti), Libor Kovarik si Michal Patak (asistenti suplimentari), Tomas Kocourek (rezerva) – toti din Cehia.