Speed FC vs Smíchov City

Losing 3-2 to Pankrác Rovers the week before stung more than a scoreline usually does. Not because of the result itself, but because of how it happened — a soft goal, a penalty we should have avoided, and an afternoon where nothing quite clicked. That kind of game follows you into the next week.

So Smíchov City at home was more than three points. It was about character. About showing up when you're bruised and delivering anyway.

First half was scrappy. Smíchov pressed well and disrupted our rhythm. Jakub Novák scored a scrambled goal just before the break that felt less like a statement and more like a lifeline. 1-0 at half-time felt precarious.

The second half was different. Martin Dvořák took control of the midfield in the way only he can — quiet authority, always in the right position, always the right pass. Lukáš Horáček added a second with a composed side-foot that capped a brilliant team move. Smíchov got a consolation that Vít Procházka — correctly — will tell you should have been stopped. Filip Kratochvíl sealed it in the final minute.

3-1. Three points. Back on track. Nobody celebrated like we won a title, but nobody needed to.