Sparta

Summer Summer everything for children.

The tram was about to burst at the stop, as a crowd of AC Sparta fans approached, singing in scarves, hats, jerseys and singing along the way. Viki was squeezed between the handle and me, and she was afraid of the boyish singing because they were shouting rather than singing. I stroked her, but she cried with fear. Immediately, a robust Spartan next to me noticed her, had a hat and a scarf, blinked at Viki, and grinned, "But what? " Viki was afraid of him, curled up next to me, buried her face in my side, covered her ears, and began to cry even more. "HEY! HEY! SILENT!" the Spartan shouted at the whole tram, and they really all fell silent. "WHAT JÉÉÉ?" came from the other side of the car. "THERE IS A LITTLE GIRL AND IT'S AFRAID!" the Spartan shouted, leaning over Viki, "So what would you like to hear when you're scared of our songs?" Viki kept punching me in the face and refusing to communicate. I stroked her hair and said non-bindingly, "Don't you have anything in the jukebox from bee bears?" The Spartan rolled his eyes, then grinned, "Sure, you know that!" and he began in a thunderous voice: "THE SUN IS DRYING THE LOUUUŽIČKÝÝÝ!" two more pieces of guys, the friends next door immediately added: "NÉÉÉBBOU STUDENÝÝÝ NÓÓÓŽIČKÝÝ!" and after a while the whole tram thundered. "THE SUN HAS ITS DRYING TO DRY, IT DRYES MY LONG LEGS ..." The roar of the beer bass was unforgettable. They sang it just as sensationally as the Spartan anthem, and many seemed to care what was sung. Anyway, I'm going to have to play this match, because when this gang starts in the stadium, they won't be surprised there. Viki actually pulled her head out and began to grin. When we stopped at Strossmayer Square, another horde of Spartans was waiting. The door opened, no one got out, and our car spilled out: "ON THE SHELF IN THE CLEANER ..." It's hard to describe the faces of the other fans on the refuge. One of the waiters shouted, "Oxen, don't get on, they have enough of these, you don't even hit the grandstand anymore, get like that, pigs." The door closed, we walked on, enthusiastically and with a song on our lips: "UNTIL FIVE, FIVE, WE MUST BE IN MOTHER'S MOTHER!" I'm really surprised that the tram didn't derail. Viki joined in and started screaming with the Spartans, then refused to get out and kept waving. And the Spartans waved at her. I would like to thank one car of Spartan fans, who, when I last saw them, walked away to the stadium and sang: "WHITE, WHITE, WHITE, so, I WOULD NOT LIKE!" I just hope they let them in. It's a pity that since then Viki has been singing these songs like in a pub after the sixth beer and roaring like mad.

Everything OK. Classic stop

Place Sparta - I know the stop from where you can quickly get to Letná to an amazing area full of paths for snowboarders, runners, online skaters, pedestrians, mothers with prams, or just passing visitors. The space is full of benches, grassy green areas invite to ball games or just to sit and relax. In the restaurants with pleasant seating you will get all kinds of goodies and drinks. You will go under the Pendulum and on the right side you will have a wonderful view of Prague and the flowing Vltava below. You will walk to the Hanava Pavilion with a wonderful restaurant, friendly service and amazing views.