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Alingsås mistook him for a hockey player
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Erik Martinsson on the left, Alexander Gidbring on the right. In the back seat is the real Martin Chonavec, of that we are almost sure.
Everything seems to be going well when Sörhaga / Alingsås takes up its new acquisition in Landvetter.
He is Slovak, muscular, has a hockey trunk.
But they drive home with the wrong guy.
It’s Sunday and it’s ten o’clock.
Hockeytrean resident Sörhaga / Alingsås sent defender Erik Martinsson and forward Alexander Gidebring to collect the new acquisition Martin Chonavec at Landvetter Airport.
They have only seen the Slovak in a photo in full hockey outfit, but how difficult should it be to identify him?
Alingsås newspaper was the first to write about the story, but we couldn’t help but call Erik Martinsson and let him answer the question:
– Even such a simple task can be difficult, he says.
What happened?
– I see a guy drops a hockey bag outside of Landvetter. Okay, there it is, okay. He’s on the phone, so he doesn’t understand what I’m telling Martin.
Is everything just a joke?
The 40-minute drive north is strange. The Slovakian seems older than expected. He is bald and bearded, he seems to weigh about a hundred foreheads. He talks about Västanfors bandy, a strange topic of conversation, but he may have played another sport before.
They arrive. They accommodate Martin Chonavec at his next accommodation and drive to Nolhalla.
– When we stand outside the ice rink, ask “Where’s the bandy sand?” and we shook our heads. No, no, we are playing here. “But the games?” Yes, they too.
Martin seems confused. Alexander Gidebring asks a control question, to find out if it is a Slovak joke that is difficult to decipher.
– Are you kidding?
– I do not know. Perhaps.
They go to the dressing room where a place for the addition is arranged. There will be a training match against Partille HK in an hour or so. The materialist visits Martín and asks him if he needs a helmet and pants.
– So … you really play hockey here? says in English.
– Who the hell are you? Erik asks.
– My name is Peter Beneš. I’ll play bandy in Borås.
“Tanned to death”
Pling, pling, pling, pling. It’s the sound of an ikea box full of chips falling. My God, they picked the wrong Slovak. This would be 40 km east, to Borås Bandy.
– Our boy had been on the other side but we had not seen him. The odds aren’t that great that two people from Slovakia will land with a hockey box on the same day, but this time it apparently did, says Erik Martinsson.
At least left on Landvetter, Martin Chonavec stands and wonders where his journey went. Borås Bandy is also puzzled, they have been there and turned around when Peter Beneš did not appear.
It takes a few calls to sort everything out. One Slovak is transported east, another is picked up at the airport and thrown directly into the game. Alingsås loses 4-1 but it must be still shit on a day like this.
– We are better when the series begins, says Erik Martinsson.
What did Martin say in the car?
– Tanned to death. He’d seen us walk away with the wrong guy, so he wondered which two blondes the club had hired. But you know, you have to recruit as many as you can.
Yes, what a blow it could have been.
– Yeah, what if Peter was a bit shy and didn’t say no? By then he had stayed where we settled him and had settled for hockey instead of bandy.
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