Maksimir Stadium was as quiet as a prayer room.
The Dinamo Zagreb fans stared blankly at the prominent words on the scoreboard.
4:1!
In 90 minutes, they had suffered a fierce attack from Lokomotiva Zagreb.
Watching those warriors who once belonged to them wear the opponent's jerseys and trample on their most cherished home ground, the sadness and anger in their hearts reached their limit at this moment.
Damn the Mostic brothers!
These two pigs have turned the Croatian league's dominant team into what it is today.
They were forced to abandon their pride, and they had to admit the reality of losing at home.
Yes!
Besic failed to bring victory to the team, perhaps because the time was too short, or perhaps because there were too many problems.
But the current Dinamo Zagreb is not what they imagined.
They have lost their past fighting spirit and courage, their attack is timid, their defense is weak, and their belief has been shattered.
A shameful defeat on Christmas Eve.
They not only lost this city derby but also lost a valuable home victory, which put them in a precarious situation this season.
Sitting in the stadium, looking around.
Suker seemed to hear countless heartbroken voices. The Dinamo Zagreb fans lowered their proud heads, and some even cried.
Faced with such a tragedy, faced with this change, their hearts were filled with pain.
Modric also lost his past vitality. His eyes stared blankly at the field, and his fists were clenched tightly in his lap.
Suker didn't feel much, but for Modric, he empathized.
This humiliation from the heart made him resentful for a long time.
"Let's go, there's no need to watch anymore!"
Modric got up and left.
He couldn't bear to watch this terrible game anymore.
Dinamo Zagreb, facing difficulties and falling behind, had no desire to win. Everyone's movements were limp, which made Modric feel ashamed.
This was not the Dinamo Zagreb in his mind, this was not the team known as the 'Iron Blood Blues' of Croatia.
This game broke the hearts of countless people.
Modric and Suker stood at the exit of the stadium gate, surrounded by many people, their movements uniform.
They all looked at the big screen above, where the post-match interview of the team's coach, Besic, was being played.
When talking about this game, Besic casually said that they needed to adjust.
And when talking about the season's goals, Besic's words broke the hearts of the fans even more.
"The goal this season is to avoid relegation!"
"Call me back in the winter window, I can help the team! You know, my ability!"
Inside a car, Dinamo Zagreb's coach, Besic, was driving, with Modric and Suker sitting in the back.
The former was yelling angrily, while the latter was a little confused.
How did he end up in the car of Dinamo Zagreb's coach?
But looking at the atmosphere in the car, Suker honestly closed his mouth.
"Luka, don't worry, wait until the end of the season," Besic said calmly while driving; "Now is not the time, there is no point in you coming back, wait until I clear all the problems, then you can come over."
Modric huffed and sat back down.
Besic looked through the rearview mirror and saw Modric's appearance, and shook his head helplessly.
Immediately, he saw Suker again.
Those big black and white eyes were rolling around, with a hint of cunning in them.
This was a clever little guy.
Besic was no stranger to Suker.
Mainly because Modric's letters had too many descriptions of Suker.
At first, there was only a little, but recently, almost every letter was about Suker and him.
For example, what kind of cooperation they had, what kind of understanding they had, etc.
Through these words, Besic had a preliminary understanding of Suker.
Of course, he also found video tapes of the Bosnian league to watch.
Yes!
He was somewhat interested in Suker.
"You're called Suker, right?"
Besic suddenly spoke.
Suker nodded quickly; "Hello, Mr. Besic, my name is Suker, a center forward playing for Zrinjski Mostar. I have scored 3 goals and 9 assists in 20 games. I am good at passing, inserting, organizing, and Luka and I have a very good understanding."
After speaking, Suker nudged Modric.
Although he was still angry, Modric still nodded in agreement after hearing his friend's words.
Suker continued loudly: "Don't look at my short height, but my speed is very fast, even in the Croatian league, I am very fast! And it will be even faster in the future, as for the height problem..."
Besic looked at Suker strangely as he introduced himself fluently.
This guy didn't seem to be meeting a friend's elder, but rather like he was applying for a job.
Before long, they arrived at Besic's home.
Besic's wife came out to greet them. She warmly hugged Modric and shook hands with Suker.
"Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Suker, Luka's teammate. I'm sorry to bother you so late," Suker said apologetically.
Besic's wife looked at Suker in surprise; "You are the most polite child I have ever seen at this age."
"Thank you for your compliment, I just said what I really thought," Suker said with a very pure smile.
You have to praise a woman's appearance.
No woman doesn't like this trick, and Suker has tried it repeatedly and it works every time.
Besic's wife was overjoyed, and she walked into the house with one arm around each of them.
"Don't be restrained, you are Luka's good friend, which means you are our good friend too."
When Besic's wife was busy in the kitchen, Suker would also hop over to help serve dishes and cut vegetables.
He would occasionally try the food and then flatter her.
Suker's sunny and cheerful personality made the party very lively.
Besic was also in a good mood and drank two more glasses.
After eating and drinking their fill, Besic and his wife sent the two to the door.
"Thank you very much for your hospitality."
Suker expressed his gratitude very politely.
Besic's wife patted Suker on the head and said dotingly; "Like a little adult."
Modric also said to Besic; "Teacher, then we'll go first."
Besic nodded and watched the two walk out of the yard.
Watching the backs of the two leaving, Besic's wife suddenly said; "What a poor child."
"Luka? I will bring him back in half a season."
He thought his wife was talking about Modric, but Besic's wife shook her head and sighed; "I'm talking about the other one!"
The road back was extremely quiet.
Modric was still angry in his heart, and he was thinking about how to show off his skills after returning.
And Suker was also very quiet, and he was also thinking about a question.
Next season, Modric will definitely return to Dinamo Zagreb after his loan period expires, so what should I do next?
From the current situation, Besic doesn't seem to be that interested in me.
Although he had hinted at it a few times, Besic didn't show much interest in him.
"We must win the championship this season!"
Suker clenched his fists fiercely and said softly.
Only by winning the championship can they participate in the Champions League qualifiers.
At that time, Suker can also use the Champions League qualifiers to swipe higher-level cards. If he swipes some good cards, he will also have the confidence to lead the team alone and win without Modric.
After attending Besic's dinner party, Suker and Modric did not see each other for nearly a month.
Modric had to accompany his parents, and Suker was staying in the orphanage. The two were too far apart, and it was too troublesome to travel back and forth, so it was inconvenient to meet.
During this time, Suker had no games to play and no chance to swipe cards.
Therefore, he spent more time in training.
Now, he has a large number of state recovery cards. After 20 rounds of games, Suker has accumulated at least 30 state recovery cards in his system pocket.
And these are the foundation of his training.
Train to the limit every day, and then use a state recovery card to recover.
Suker uses one card every day, training from morning till night.
Time passed unknowingly for two months.
Suker also planned to go back.
On this day, he found the old director and Dika Moc to say goodbye.
Both of them were a little reluctant. Although Suker was a bit noisy during these two months, he added a bit of vitality to the orphanage.
The children in the orphanage also liked Suker very much.
Suker always took them to play football, and he would also buy them delicious snacks, which quickly brought them closer to Suker.
But Suker had his own things to do after all, and it was finally time to say goodbye.
Suker is not a procrastinating person, he leaves as soon as he says he will, very quickly.
Since Modric still had to stay for half a month, Suker embarked on the return journey alone.
It was still the same route as before.
Take the train from Zagreb to Sarajevo, and then transfer to Mostar.
On January 30th, after being away from the town for two months, Suker returned.