Petr Rada (born 21 August 1958) is a Czech football coach and former player. He represented Czechoslovakia internationally in the 1980s and managed the Czech Republic national football team between 2008 and 2009. He is well known for his arguments with fans or trainer colleagues and also for impulsive style of coaching.
Before being named national team manager in July 2008, Rada worked as an assistant for then national team coach Karel Brückner from 2006 to 2008, and also as an assistant to Jozef Chovanec from 1998 to 2001 when Chovanec was manager of the Czech national team. Rada has also been head manager of six various Czech clubs: FK Teplice (on four separate occasions), FC Viktoria Plzeň, FK Baumit Jablonec, FC Slovan Liberec, SK Slavia Prague and FC Vysočina Jihlava.
In his playing days, Rada was a defender, who starred for Dukla Prague for nine years, from 1979 to 1988. He won the Czechoslovak First League with them in 1979 and 1982. Rada also made eleven appearances for his national team, Czechoslovakia.
Those things you thought that were obscene,
will quickly become your routine,
And he invited you over.
An addict quickly gets undressed,
With something to get off her chest.
You made a trade ‘cause you're sober.
It stings to remind you of all that's behind you,
But I don't wanna lose you right now.
‘Cause they say it gets better,
Before it gets worse.
You know it gets better,
so of course it gets worse.
Your body's made of dollar bills,
You'd spend them all on some cheap thrills.
But what when you're older?
You stuck a point into your arm,
but did you contemplate the harm?
As it moves up your shoulder.
Did it make you feel better,
right before it got worse.
It used to make you feel better,
but now it just hurts.
There's no hope,
‘Cause I'm in love with you.
and I cannot cope,
‘cause I'm addicted too.
You keep on coming over me. (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)
You keep on coming over me, (You're killing me)
I keep on crying over you. (You're killing me)
It shows me what it's come to be, (You're killing me)
It shows me what I mean to you. (You're killing me)
And after all you would think it my fault,