So it was written into the stars, there should be a footballclub in our county. A club, which threats the laws of physics,awakes disapprobations,prejudises and bitterness among the opponents ,and players won't whine because of a few bruises or twisted ankles...

Okay let's turn back time into the summer 2000, only few months after the misbelievers predicted end of the world should had been happened... (but hey,we are still kicking?)

At those times our hilarious wannabe-soccer-star-group had grown quiet big:each one of us was more twisted fucker-punk than the other but luckily one common thing linked us together, it was the joy of playing football. So it wasn't a bad idea at all to gather together for a few times a week to do some dribbles and stuff.Aswell a perfect way to unpack your pressures and head traumas by kicking some ball,not your mates or even better your boss.

During the summer while technique and ball control became self-evidents for all of us the self-confidence towered also to the highest level.The lust of playing became so keen,it was even a bit of scary to play with the boys; avoid the furious tackles all the time and get complains no matter what you were doing...oh boy,even a pissed german butcher doesn't swear that much -something has to be done,and quick- .So it was just a matter of time when the idea of setting up our own club popped up.The idea was a great success from the beginning and everybody was really enthusiastic about setting up our club.

We made the unanimous decision to set up a club and then started to make preparations for the forthcoming season (money,equipments and stuff).Oh and the name of the club,we babtized it to 'Hyllykallion Myrsky'.

Look at us,the year is 2004 and we are still kicking! We have managed to carry out two full seasons and the third will start soon.

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