Alexey Yarusov Biography

The date of publication: The whole point is that my family at that time lived in the village of Verkhnesadova, and it is natural that getting to the hospital in Bakhchisarai was easier and closer than to the hospital in Sevastopol. Why is the upper nestle? And because my mother lived there at a time when she met my dad, who served urgent in the Black Sea Fleet of the USSR.

The young case, fell in love, got married, but dad for their homeland, did not go to Dnepropetrovsk, but remained to live with my mother. Thus, by and large, Sevastopol is my hometown! Somewhere a year later, dad was provided with a service apartment on the wits, and I became a full citizen. As for where I first contacted football, I can’t answer. I just don't remember.

Most likely in the yard. But I well remember who introduced me to him. These are my dad and older brother. It was they who, in an accessible form for a five or six -year -old boy, told me what kind of football is such! And they laid the first football rudiments of technology. And not only rudiments. For example, a blow with the left they put me very well! It was remembered how, while in nature, dad became an impromptu gate, and rolled the balls to me, and I had urine at them.

And dad followed the correctness of the impact. And no susykan. As for a more serious, or say, professional acquaintance with football, it happened when my family lived on the October Revolution Avenue. And there, in the teenage club "Rumba", I met Viktor Alekseevich Tyukaev. He worked as a football coach in our area, and invited me to come to him. Training took place on the motorcycle.

I well remember how we came to watch training and Ampage competitions. I even remember how the union team came. We watched them from the stands. I remember the smell of burning rubber. And our training took place in free time from the races. We changed clothes in the stands, climbed over wooden sides, please, smoked by spikest wheels of motorcycles a football field!

They, these sides, I remembered that I was working on coordination and a blow to them in the inside of the foot.

It looked something like this. I was located a few meters from the wooden fence, which played the role of Sita - the chipper. It was necessary to strike at him in the inside of the foot, and when the ball bounced off, it was necessary to send him to the chipper again with one touch. What exactly is the inside of the foot, and not just like. And so many, many times.

With all the apparent simplicity of this exercise, it is quite complicated. Probably because it requires concentration and quick wits. This exercise develops, firstly, the correct technical execution of the blow. If you do everything correctly, then the ball will get there where you need, and bounce to where you will wait for it. And we must also learn to correctly compare the power of the blow, and be able to adapt to the bouncing ball.

This exercise gives a good school, but I didn’t love it very much. After all, it requires concentration and patience, but what a concentration and patience the boy who came to training primarily in order to play football! The older guys were also remembered. For example, Igor Chesnokov. He took the ball, threw up, and knocked down his head, could go around the stadium around the perimeter!

I remembered Pashka Gladushchenko. First of all, the fact that he is a very kind and decent guy, and secondly, he ran very quickly. I had doubts about this, since I was already engaged in Viktor Alekseevich. But he had the main teams the older guys, and we were so to speak "on dance." But I also wanted to participate in competitions as the elders. And I decided to try happiness in the Atlantic.

I remember I arrived at Marokan. So the people called the stadium "Youth". The team of Viktor Evgenievich played a friendly game that day. I went up to him and talked about my desire. He asked what you can. Make a couple of programs, and sampling on the goal. I completed the task, thanks to dad and brother, and Evgenich allowed me to enter the field. As a result, I stayed with Viktor Evgenievich.

And he was engaged in him until the call for military service. What to tell about this period? It will probably be correct to start with the story about my coach, about Viktor Evgenievich Litvinov. We respected him very much. Of course, we knew that he at one time played at a very good level, but it was not the main thing. The main thing was that he never tried to remind us of this, and never shouted at us!

And this was very important for us boys! On the contrary, the attitude towards us was akin to paternal care. And he will tell you that if something does not work out, and encourages it. If we talk about participation in the competition, I will say that our team was not very spoiled by them. Mostly played in various city tournaments. I don’t know how it could happen.

And then something happened, and we began to perform on our own. Moreover, one age was provided for the Atlantic, and the second “closed” Victoria.I no longer remember the result of our speech, but the very fact of participation in such prestigious competitions was a reason for pride. True, in this format we played only one season. But Viktor Alekseevich Tyukaev, who was always attracted by the senior coach of the team team of this age.

Of course, our team had neither a beautiful shape, nor balls in sufficient quantities, but there was some kind of pride and honor, I will not be afraid of this word. So I played. Under the leadership of the latter, trips to Nikolaev and Izmail were especially remembered. The time came to call for military service in the year. Of course, I wanted the service to go at home, and that there was an opportunity to play football.

This option was. To do this, it was necessary to get to Vasily Yaroslavovich Boris, who trained the naval team. I want to pay tribute to this person. Imagine that time. In the yard, the beginning of the nineties. The Soviet Union just “ordered to live long”. In the country "misunderstandings." How to live, by what laws? Problems wherever possible. There is no money, there is no light ...

And in the Black Sea Fleet, which has experienced very simple times, there is a football team! Moreover, as if they were now said-"liberated." In the sense of the service, freed. Someone was able to do this? And one of these people was Vasily Yaroslavovich Boris. Many players will join my words of gratitude to him. As I remember now, a double -sided game at the Seagull stadium, in which candidates for joining its ranks went out against the naval team.

I was noted that they included in the directive, and left for M the sports club of the fleet. As a result, I played for the naval team for a year.